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Peonies in a pickle

Leituras 21
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Capítulos 2
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Leituras 21
Votos 2
Capítulos 2
Tempo 5m

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"Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away."


Posting a new poem and critiquing  everyday~ 



Disclaimer-Not all works are mine, this book is meant  just as a compilation for poems i read and i think might mean something to others too and my views on them. All due credit goes to the poet .Todos os Direitos Reservados

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The Final Rhyme, de Skye48wind

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Deep Thoughts, de firefly_fly

When the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they should not be used for any other purposes than this book.

Midnight Music, de gabrielia07

Being a poet or even a writer is a means of survival and a therapeutic process of self-expression. This is a compilation that identifies the growth of individuals which showcases the complexities of life, especially that of a teenager. The protagonist in this storyline is you. You decide how you take this poem and it is completely individualistic like any other artwork. Enjoy- Picassa

Handwritten Words, de rosam0328

Emotions and feelings that cant really be expressed any other way. Words became songs and poems that dont rhyme. Enjoy.

The Colour of Sadness, de kalyonthe

Finding the beauty and colour in the broken words of this world.

Transformation, de Silver_girl_Meredith

Going through a lot and expressing it here :)

A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough, de thatonewriterem

A book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for you. ******** mature language

Phosphenes, de shaivinandi

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Symptoms, de onerepublic8

Poetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.

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The Final Rhyme

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