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Gabriel J. KhaziniGK

Gabriel J. Khazini

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Broken glass still echoes in his heart as broken mirrors, Heart that once danced love and fear... And thus all puppets sing the song that hurt the puppeteer

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RA

rusu alina

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25 ani.1.65,terminat Conservatorul,canto clasic(principal) si pian secunndar

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Dosa Andrei-AdamDA

Dosa Andrei-Adam

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Vereha Olivia IrinaVI

Vereha Olivia Irina

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all we are is dust in the wind...

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Veronica VăleanuVV

Veronica Văleanu

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All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.

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Comptine Rose

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all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//

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Rexusthe1stR

Rexusthe1st

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Hello all,, I hope you do enjoin reading some stuff, take care guys and GOD Bless you all.

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JK

John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Dinu DianaDD

Dinu Diana

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There is only one conclusion to every story: we all fall down.

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Ovidiu Tarau

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There's no rain...the raindrops are God's tears for mankind forgot how to love with all the heart...

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Insomniac

de Sylvia Plath

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...

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Gerontion

de T.S. Eliot

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor...

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Nicăieri

de Ioana Veronica Epure

“In my rearview mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things that we have left undone…” (Pink Floyd) Mi-ar plăcea să fiu bătrână, bătrână de tot,...

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Ironic

de Ohm

no, This isn\'t a mushy lovesick poem, although I\'m a romantic. it\'s just me... this cyber cesspool of thoughts and emotions have clouded my thoughts on the bluest of days. trust me... it will suck...

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An everlasting love

de Filip Ruxandra

It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...

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The Silence before the Storm

de Poison

For me, the silence is a torture. But the storm is bless, a new capture. ‘Because I’m her daughter, she\'s my slave, And we are both so beautiful and brave! We are two savages; two of a kind: She...

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Suzanne

de Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she\'s half crazy But that\'s why you want to be there And she...

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Haiku și tanka

de Marian Nicolae TOMI

* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...

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EMSHA

de Olariu Fabian

Acum taci. Încearca sa scrii mai departe Ignora-ti constiinta. Gândeste aparte... Usor usor totul...dispare din fata ta Si, – uite! – lumina. Caldura. Tradarea. Dulcea tradare. Încet, încet dispare...

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your shadow

de blue

I look for you all around me, your image makes me feel butterflies inside me. it’s hard to look back, hard to look forward, there’s nothing new, everything’s old. I’ve decide...

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