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Community Poetry

  • Written by Lynn
  • Category: Community Poetry
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Left behind

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I turn
And watch them go
Not a wave
Not a word

Past smiles
Sustain me
Loathe moments as these
I bleed

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  • Written by Mario William Vitale
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Vitales' Wish

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Wishing everyone a peaceful and productive weekend ahead. All the best, my friends
Only half a month is left before us in 2018. Wow. What a wild year it has proven to be. Some blissful moments spent sailing smoothly and a few sharp turns along the way. Such is the nature of life. To flow. To flux. To continually place one foot in front of the other as the mysterious path unfolds. All that remains now is to finish the song on a high note.
  • Written by Mario William Vitale
  • Category: Community Poetry
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Stirring The Pot

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Stirring The Pot

Wishing everyone a peaceful and productive weekend ahead. All the best, my friends.
Only half a month is left before us in 2018. Wow. What a wild year it has proven to be. Some blissful moments spent sailing smoothly and a few sharp turns along the way. Such is the nature of life. To flow. To flux. To continually place one foot in front of the other as the mysterious path unfolds. All that remains now is to finish the song on a high note.

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  • Written by Lynn
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Bottle crime

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Fancy me
All solid and shine
Some may say
I look so fine
What you pour
A clear sign
But sometimes full
Of the undivine

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  • Written by Lynn
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Rod-a-gone-by

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The hallway is dim and dark.
I see nothing
The piercing rays of the sun
bore through the fabric
I hide
Beneathe it
sobbing away
I dare not step out to face the fights
Is it my fault again?
I wonder

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