Southern Gothic
The Spanish moss hangs from the tree,A haunting, weeping canopy.The swamp is thick, the air is still,Beneath the shadow of...
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The Andes
The peaks scrape against the sky,Where only condors dare to fly.The snow is permanent and bright,Reflecting all the morning light....
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Autumn in Warsaw
The golden leaves fall in the park,Before the early creeping dark.The monuments are turning cold,As all the passing year grows...
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I was a young soul that loved deeply and out loud, And of who I was,i was very proud ,...
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Back then
I was a young soul that loved deeply and out loud, And of who I was,i was very proud ,...
Read PoemEe Meléti Sou
I see you — for to study is to love you. Min Nelumbo nucifera, my love, I respect; The language...
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Fading Memory
I cannot picture how you smiled,When I was just a little child.The details blur around the edge,A broken, unfulfilled pledge....
Read Poem“The Strong Friend”
They call me the strong friend. The one who never bends. The one who helps put broken hearts back together,...
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They call me the strong friend. The one who never bends. The one who helps put broken hearts back together,...
Read PoemThe flower peering through cracks of concrete
Many days I walked through my withering neighborhood Our trees looking like empty nesters, not a chirp to be heard...
Read PoemSUMMER & SUNFLOWERS
Desire has done to me what summer does to sunflowers — I too, blossom into oblivion at the sight of...
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