Cliffhangers Poems - Poems about Cliffhangers

... The crinkle of thin, newsprint pages turning, A scent of ink and vibrant colors burning, A rush of excitement, a familiar, happy sigh, As stories waited, just beyond the eye. Into young min......

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... The static crackle, a prelude in the air, A world unseen about to bloom right there. That old wood radio, a centerpiece so grand, Where voices gathered from a distant land. No pictures n......

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...So, I am hiding Occupied state Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge Alma mater in Houston,......

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...That book I stopped reading, After chapter thirteen, Its covers judging me back, For months its left unseen. Chapter twelve was like breeze, But thirteenth fell apart , The fourteenth didn't ......

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...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted keep......

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...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs. It is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés the jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the film actress. A life she never......

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...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted ke......

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... Felt like a quest without a treasure, Talking in turns without pleasure, Wanted you to burn my soul, With passion and intention, Quite the fairytale of adventure. The politeness......

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...These dreams. Psychedelic dreams. Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways. One moment turns into something else-- like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste-- between sweet and sou......

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...Its a Scotland yard murder mystery poetry cult you start out writing flowers and scenarios in which you wish to be stumbled upon inside outside every house has a room, from chat room to chat roo......

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