Oblomov
/Oblomov is the protagonist…
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... the last burst of joy in his life
Running beside the bicycle of his beloved woman
Drenched with nebulous…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
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Oblomov is the protagonist…
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... the last burst of joy in his life
Running beside the bicycle of his beloved woman
Drenched with nebulous…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…heart, he comes out at night.
He peaks through the blinds, makes sure noone's in sight.
He claws on the walls wanting to be let out.
His throat is dry from the riverbed's…
By Jonna Kihlman
Read MoreI just wrote what…
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…wanna leave this place,
Foreign lands are wings,
I’d be out the…
By Aloha_iris
Read MoreEarly morning coffee
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… my coffee out on the veranda.
There high up on a branch
in one of the stately Magnolia…
By David L Painter
Read MoreA poem about a person…
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…not as I seem
I live in my own world with ADHD
Constantly misplacing…
By Brittany Benko
Read More…by my strict grandmother
In her tight rein
There was no room for compromise
No grace period…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read More…the sky meets the trees.
Birds are nesting way up high, bees are flying free.
A waterfall flows gently down from hills of evergreen.
The smell of flowers and sycamore…
By Jonna Kihlman
Read More…won’t believe it.
I knew it as I typed this.
I sat at my office desk.
I glanced at the large…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreReminiscent of a 1960s…
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…were cut the day that I left home;
in college, I’d have far more room to roam.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a great…
By Ken Gosse
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