Submissions by AlisVolatPropriis8
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Experiences as well.
Nature
Long island
Where woods are
Looking forward to
Heart off.
In heaven
Of the heated
Womb of Earth
Each day heals
Itself.
Where woods are
Looking forward to
Heart off.
In heaven
Of the heated
Womb of Earth
Each day heals
Itself.
#LifeAsAWriter
#gratitude
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The hat of might.
In the tale of
Fruit of the
Deep woods
Where I soak the
Pain ,the fragments
Of the murky glass
King of the thee,
The ideal days of
Ideal to address
With in the post
Of the letters
In cards of
Court
I sit by river
And the moon
Gleams over me
to boat offshore
to colour greenth
in apples.
Fruit of the
Deep woods
Where I soak the
Pain ,the fragments
Of the murky glass
King of the thee,
The ideal days of
Ideal to address
With in the post
Of the letters
In cards of
Court
I sit by river
And the moon
Gleams over me
to boat offshore
to colour greenth
in apples.
#kindness
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#respect
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In the east.
By the river of webb
Where the days are
Over, I read books
Of the forlon fair eve
In the night where the
Desert moon lurkes
By the days are
Over ,yet again the
Passage of tales
Of cakes and pizzas.
Where the days are
Over, I read books
Of the forlon fair eve
In the night where the
Desert moon lurkes
By the days are
Over ,yet again the
Passage of tales
Of cakes and pizzas.
#love
#respect
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Black April.
She is neat
So I adored her
Unlike my rituals
Following the
Black blood,
Holding a grudge does not
Mean you can't
Write a poetry
Of a poor lady gathering
Bananas in an orchard.
So I adored her
Unlike my rituals
Following the
Black blood,
Holding a grudge does not
Mean you can't
Write a poetry
Of a poor lady gathering
Bananas in an orchard.
#city
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Bloody
#ForbiddenLove
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Yes. you.
#zombies
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Yes. you.
#zombies
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Ignorance
A response.
A reason to believe.
A reason to smile.
A reduction.
A red.
A reason to believe.
A reason to smile.
A reduction.
A red.
#redemption
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The desert moon.
Walking through the
Garden she views it
Through windowpane.
Garden she views it
Through windowpane.
#nature
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A dark coast.
In the islands of the bay
I sit by a windowside to
The plain day of the hour
In hay of the sun in
The moon of the beam rays
To the olden dark hours of the dawn
In the mutter of the ink in the dark coastal
Nights of the frentith of the hot day
I look upon the radar of the radiant
Keys of thew dark hours in there
Is column of the oak of the
Tint By the woods to sun in the palm
Of the train timber paper.
I sit by a windowside to
The plain day of the hour
In hay of the sun in
The moon of the beam rays
To the olden dark hours of the dawn
In the mutter of the ink in the dark coastal
Nights of the frentith of the hot day
I look upon the radar of the radiant
Keys of thew dark hours in there
Is column of the oak of the
Tint By the woods to sun in the palm
Of the train timber paper.
#summer
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A midday work.
I realize my song was in vain
where wood and grapes fall by
the Night side of courture where
thee midnight hay day of the morning
sun in the dungeons of the eons
of in the rest of solitude of soul in
the face of evening sun ,where the
night lurches by.
Let me by the light in the evest of
the dawn of the morning fortitude.
Let me stay by the night of the beetle's song
where she comes back from work of wood paper,
but don't get distracted by autumn.
where wood and grapes fall by
the Night side of courture where
thee midnight hay day of the morning
sun in the dungeons of the eons
of in the rest of solitude of soul in
the face of evening sun ,where the
night lurches by.
Let me by the light in the evest of
the dawn of the morning fortitude.
Let me stay by the night of the beetle's song
where she comes back from work of wood paper,
but don't get distracted by autumn.
#sonnet
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The courtyard
In the country of
Ferns and dawn
There was rain in
Gloom dark where the
Gate of the farm was
Silent I amidst of the green leaf
Saw the the pain of the writhing
Labour in the dispute of the old dark
Front map and ink
Where the orchards is orange and the deep corture
Of the theie of the sea and the
Post of the draft heart in the
Processing of the day .
Ferns and dawn
There was rain in
Gloom dark where the
Gate of the farm was
Silent I amidst of the green leaf
Saw the the pain of the writhing
Labour in the dispute of the old dark
Front map and ink
Where the orchards is orange and the deep corture
Of the theie of the sea and the
Post of the draft heart in the
Processing of the day .
#support
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