Tag Archives: English Poem.

Poem – On Content

Grant heav’n that I may chuse my bliss If you design me worldly Happiness Tis not Honour thats but air Glory has but fancied light Fame as oft speak’s false as right Riches have wings & ever dwell with care … Continue reading

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Poem – Autumn Interlude

I said goodbye to the bees last Friday week, To blooms, and to things like these, for Winter bleak Was shouting loud from the hills, and flinging high His gossamer net that fills frail Autumn’s sky. So I said goodbye … Continue reading

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The Joy Of Travel – Marilyn Lott

What a thrill it is to travel Perhaps in a different country The cultures incredibly diverse So many wonderful things to see The clothes can be so different Unique in their treasured styles An entirely distinctive kind of people With … Continue reading

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Weather – Marchette Chute

It is a windy day. The water’s white with spray. And pretty soon, if this keeps up, The world will blow away.

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Romance Is Dead – April Avalon

A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression – It hurts to be sober tonight. The mirror reflects such a hideous expression That I promptly turn off the light. Some porno, then casual sex with my hand… Oh damn! … Continue reading

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sad eyes – mariana zita

These eyes of mine cry This heart of mine bleeds This soul of mine breaks As i slowly die, the colours of my face fade and my once happy life is know like the walls of a dungeon, black, dark … Continue reading

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sad – cristina geanta

sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you sad for being stubborn to be sad sad for touching objects baring your presence sad for not touching you… sad for re adi ng your name everywhere i turn … Continue reading

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