Photographed Poems - Poems about Photographed

...The commonplace entertains the unspeakable. Horror yellows in vaults. It is all recorded, all labeled all explained or condemned. We keep the worst atrocities close, create libraries to wareh......

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...Date: July 2051 Early 7:30 Friday morning most Of the family were in their extravagant Dreams. All was well or so it seems. Moderate rustling. Somebody was Woke. Molly was first on displ......

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...ANZAC Day 25/4/ 2024 This is a true story dedicated to the missing and the families of the missing of soldiers from the wars Australia has been involved in. A Mother’s Love Perhaps it was th......

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... Emily: Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute? Stage Manager: No. The saints and poets, maybe they do som......

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...Empathetic Light Lady Diana, the exquisite Princess of Wales. A heroine now in hundreds of tales. An accomplished pianist at Buckingham Palace. A hopeful ballerina, a kindergarten teacher. ......

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...Abecedar baffles & confounds didn't even figure Google® helpful ~ I just kinda looked myself ~ not open-minded people questioning rational stuff ~ that until value wilts 2 year zero. ___________ ......

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...It makes sense that Wadandra had turned into a tree. No one loved the forest more than she For almost a hundred years, she made her home there When she passed none of her people remained Her husb......

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...our rounded sycamore symmetrically sound waiting to be drawn photographed by many the perfect model for a family tree in my grandma's yard I feel reverence and appreciation rounded sycamore......

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...Dear Penfold Through the eyes of a warchild and she was me ..the world was beautiful and I trusted and respected people who were big , bigger than me .. I would look up and see people and to me ......

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...Sky blue eyes looking past the bounty of pork rinds past boundless skylines stare blankly for way too long then to the menu cradled in his plastic hands. Plant-based food options required b......

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...nature created me, defines me, emboldens me, holds me. I am one with the stars, the oaks, the meadow and butterflies. a tree hugger, a naturalist, I am uplifted by the outdoors. a female Thoreau, ......

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...Two frisky kits Enjoying each other About the same size Being watched by their mother I used a telescopic lens For I did not want to get carried away By a super protective mother Who might h......

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... "Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?" There are rumours about me, some come seeking me with their geiger counters and ouji boards with their heart shaped planchettes ......

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...These are the hours And the days I need in my pocket The ones I'll stare at In my head And relive The dog enjoyed walking on the wall On the sea front And had doggy ice cream (Photographed h......

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...1.) I read a poem about a dream and so, I try to track my dreams, I try to catch them in my pillow case. All night- I flip back to back, flippantly- up and down. Keeping a cool face, hugging m......

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