The Park Kissing Midnight
by Anita S., Phoenix, AZ
Stroll beside a whispering stream,
Shallow waves secretly pocket the stars' brilliance ...
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Fox Hunt
by Shi-Shi W., Columbia, MO
The weather is beautiful for foxes:
a fiercely sunny Saturday in the Cotswolds.
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Eve
by Anna X., Knoxville, TN
Perhaps I know
The eclecticPerhaps I know
The eclectic
Agony
Agony
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I Remember
by Rich M., Congers, NY
I remember his smell
Of Johnson's Baby Oil.
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The Habberdash
by Lauren H., Orland Park, IL
The Habberdash went out one day,
Upon the shards of Camber Bay.
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It lacks champagne
by Amy F., Arlington Heights, IL
I find myself in a dream
remembering the Atlantic Ocean and you
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laugh
by Hayley M., Waterford, CT
Laugh (for life
so insignificant
(magnificent)
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Aged Music
by Elizabeth B., Iola, WI
Creamy butter dust
covers sleek records
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Untitled
by Shana S., Haslett, MI
Blinker - turning left, I get the sudden feeling - I miss you.
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Sleep
by Josh B., Oak Ridge, TN
A shining void
Of endless depth
Beneath a heavy lid
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The Arcane
by Meghan E., Amherst, WI
Our starch stiff bed-sheets
Were like new sails of a pirate ship
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War Song
by Andrea M., Congers, NY
I wonder what the world sounded like
before the low hum of factories,
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A Single Poetic
by Aly S., Brunswick, ME
She speaks so fluently
In paper-bag words
Stanzas leak from her lips
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The Bumblebee
by Sarah K., Jenison, MI
Imperfect by design
Ungainly sporadic jerks define gawky movements<
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Conspiracy Against Five-Year-Olds
by Menaka S., Philadelphia, PA
I wonder if I used to fly
When I was five, or was it
Just a lie?
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Echoing Footsteps
by Helen W., Shelby Township, MI
Listen to those echoing footsteps of long ago
into the never-ending river of time they flow.
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This
by Joshua O., The Woodlands, TX
This is how he whispers in her ear
soft lips parting and closing with
declarations of undying love
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Monkeys
by Jilian L., Clarkston, MI
The wood is aged
with cracks and lines,
and the sagging branches
weep.
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Creating Our Path
by Jodie H., Scandinavia, WI
Flickers of lightning bugs,
Feel like we are walking
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