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NEW LINE PROMPT, OPEN TO ALL NO INVITE NEEDED

*NEW LINE PROMPT, OPEN TO ALL NO INVITE NEEDED* *"hunters moon"* * #poetslineprompts* So, this week I thought it would be nice to focus on something that truly reflects October and the changing of seasons. So, feel free to use this weeks line prompt within your poem or as an inspirational point to kick start your creative process. For those interested, *this is a list of lunar deities* https:...

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In The Stars... I See Your Name! [a poem by Westley Nash]

In The Stars... I See Your Name! [a poem by Westley Nash]

Love isn't really blind it just has a one track mind, because when you are in love it's all you can ever see. ------------------------------------------------- My name is Westley Nash & Spoken Word Poetry has become my greatest interest & passion. I like to create atmosphere & feeling in every single piece I make. Poetry, philosophy & thoughts can be positive, inspiring & motivational or de...

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Warning : these words are a bit raw and from a woman's heart I dedicate this to all the women around...

*Warning* : these words are a bit raw and from a woman's heart I dedicate this to all the women around the world who have shity men in their lives. *Written by : Mariam Alsulaiti* *27-Jin-2015* *Tell me when are you going to die?* *I hate you with ever breath I take just tell me when your going to die I hope your hand turns to stone,cracks then debris to the ground I'll burn your fucking hear...

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“September” by Hermann Hesse The garden is in mourning. Cool rain seeps into the flowers. Summertime shudders, quietly awaiting his end. Golden leaf after leaf falls from the tall acacia tree. Summer smiles, astonished and feeble, at his dying dream of a garden. For just a while he tarries beside the roses, yearning for repose. Slowly he closes his weary eyes.

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Pablo Neruda, July 12, 1904 – September 23, 1973.

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