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The doctors took him to a room where they treated him. Right away, he walked using a stick as a crutch back to the arena and asked the girl to marry him. (Reads: 947)
Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines with five-seven-five (or less) syllable pattern. It conveys a simple idea in the minimum number of words to produce the maximum effect. (Reads: 161)
My mind- shipwrecked,gloriously so;decaying remains of dreams unfulfilled,adorn its recesses,emanating pungent odors (Reads: 98)
Poet’s Note: This is a ‘dark’ poem, depicting -in poetic detail- a man regretting his actions upon the moments preceding his death. If this isn’t your proverbial ‘cup of tea,’ then I perfectly understand if you don’t read it. Otherwise enjoy! (Reads: 278)
I am exact; precise.Faithful-and proud.I bare you,just as you are.My judgement-cold,too true;unaffected-by my love,Or your fear. (Reads: 450)
I complied, stepping out of my sandals. She pushed them aside as she kneeled over. I could see her on her knees, her beautifully toned body close to mine. (Reads: 1,405)
We’d been the best of buddies for as long as I can remember. I always liked her, and she loved me – her own confession.But I didn’t love her- or at least thought so back then. (Reads: 579)
The footprints led them to a tree. There she lay, dead and rotting, with small insects crawling all over her. Harry stepped forward while Nick lit a cigarette and watched silently (Reads: 1,267)
She could hear the shower running as she entered through the front door “That’s strange” she said. Dropping her keys upon the table, she headed up the stairs (Reads: 2,753)
There was a crowd at the main entrance. As he pulled his car into the driveway, he heard people shouting at him, flinging their arms, trying to catch his attention (Reads: 1,135)