Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Experiences as well.
The rose.
He is green leaf spring
Free and fair
She is red
But the faint faith man
Wants to tear the
Green leaf spring
And red rose bleeding red
Apart.
Where is Rose leaf rose?
Free and fair
She is red
But the faint faith man
Wants to tear the
Green leaf spring
And red rose bleeding red
Apart.
Where is Rose leaf rose?
#FeelingTrapped
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Black
She is neat in
so her rituals
Follows the black
Blood
Holding a pen
Doesn't mean
You too can
Write a poem.
so her rituals
Follows the black
Blood
Holding a pen
Doesn't mean
You too can
Write a poem.
#respect
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Made up of trains.
A train is a running little towards
The town of brown valleys
Little by the Brook of red
I see the flags high with red and
Blue ,
Green Bay greetings are great
Ashore carry stories of people
And carriages packed with decent shape
Beliefs and Mathilda's baby with hurried up moon beam in the backyard
The night were silent with the stories
Of shelf.
He wore a red cap with brown Chick
To the Apple of red avenue
In the trains herald.
The town of brown valleys
Little by the Brook of red
I see the flags high with red and
Blue ,
Green Bay greetings are great
Ashore carry stories of people
And carriages packed with decent shape
Beliefs and Mathilda's baby with hurried up moon beam in the backyard
The night were silent with the stories
Of shelf.
He wore a red cap with brown Chick
To the Apple of red avenue
In the trains herald.
#humankind
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The dark.
Amidst the light
In the rain
The same time
As the day break
There rose a night
Amongst roses.
In the rain
The same time
As the day break
There rose a night
Amongst roses.
#forest
#trees
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The hills.
On a night
There lay down a road
To sullen silence
To doctor on the
Hill
The meadows in the
dark growing
Green leaf spring
He rose to rode the read
The silence on the hill.
There lay down a road
To sullen silence
To doctor on the
Hill
The meadows in the
dark growing
Green leaf spring
He rose to rode the read
The silence on the hill.
#night
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Byronage.
It's in this age
She built glass
casket and basket of
Figs and green orange
She wore the black grift
Bright and twinkled her red
eye colour.
She built glass
casket and basket of
Figs and green orange
She wore the black grift
Bright and twinkled her red
eye colour.
#redemption
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The darkest rose.
She lay the white
Floral across the shop of vintage view with the image of garden harden by soil
And green leaf.
A dot pink to doctor by.
Floral across the shop of vintage view with the image of garden harden by soil
And green leaf.
A dot pink to doctor by.
#PowerOfWords
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November carnage.
The moon was white
In the darkest night
She rolls her hair braid
and her slice of package
for train .
She was late running from station to station to see her daughter her may fairy tale of roses.
The station master room was clean lately
And her slice of package was delivered
Work shipped Carnage.
In the darkest night
She rolls her hair braid
and her slice of package
for train .
She was late running from station to station to see her daughter her may fairy tale of roses.
The station master room was clean lately
And her slice of package was delivered
Work shipped Carnage.
#reading
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The neighborhood.
She lives in a Hallow house
By the neighborhood
Bring brown red capsicum
To cook with love lyrics in
a village of red brick
And a sunny side by the
River .
To-silvermoon
By the neighborhood
Bring brown red capsicum
To cook with love lyrics in
a village of red brick
And a sunny side by the
River .
To-silvermoon
#memories
#separation
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The armour.
She saw her Lil sis playing
With pretty dolls none to her game
So when I grow up I'll shall make
You have dolls by the peppery cheddar potato rolls.
To-Fort
With pretty dolls none to her game
So when I grow up I'll shall make
You have dolls by the peppery cheddar potato rolls.
To-Fort
#RitaDove
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The lesbian pyr.

#teens
#birthday
#dating
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The man.
When there are screams
Across the wall and water
And Echoes of drowning
There is to protect a tiny
Bat 🦇 from being to say
I exist.
Across the wall and water
And Echoes of drowning
There is to protect a tiny
Bat 🦇 from being to say
I exist.
#love
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational
#redemption
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