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Attention! This is a Message To All Writers and Creatives

Attention! This is a Message To All Writers and Creatives

As inspired by Ray Bradbury
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Angelina Der Arakelian
When The Heart Calls for Some Words

When The Heart Calls for Some Words

Favorite Words — A Prompt for Words You’ve Already Written
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Letters to Humanity

Letters to Humanity

A Soul Craft Prompt
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Poetry
The Surreal Part About Growing Older

The Surreal Part About Growing Older

Maybe it’s not us growing, but something else
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Boxing My Soul

Boxing My Soul

A poem of exposure and rejection
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Dean Miller
Survivor

Survivor

A cascading poem of lost hope
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Dean Miller
Inside Eyes

Inside Eyes

In this bag are all emotions. See the bulges of laughter, the squirming of anger, the prickling of loneliness, the pulsing of rage, the…
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Marianne Simon
Getting Up After Falling in Love

Getting Up After Falling in Love

A poem about love
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Dean Miller
Disjointed

Disjointed

A poem of struggle
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Dean Miller
Watching the Moon From Different Parts of the World

Watching the Moon From Different Parts of the World

It always felt a bit surreal to me To think that each one of us Watches the same moon From different points of the world This minuscule…
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Angelina Der Arakelian
In My Mother’s House

In My Mother’s House

A poem of passing
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Dean Miller
Do Trees Dream?

Do Trees Dream?

In a strip 4’ x 8’, they pile the dirt. And in the dirt they dig a hole. And in the hole they put a tree. It is a young tree, delicate…
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Marianne Simon
Starting From Something So Precious And So Small

Starting From Something So Precious And So Small

We start with tiny legs Tiny arms and an even Tinier heart
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Breathe Freedom

Breathe Freedom

Poem and Sunset
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Esteban Giancaterino
Planes

Planes

A Poem
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Caitlin Rebecca
Speaking to Others with Warmth

Speaking to Others with Warmth

It’s free, and oh so fulfilling
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Angelina Der Arakelian
The house that I live in

The house that I live in

In the house that I live in, new things happen every day A new baby is born every fortnight, Whose it is, you shall never know. One of them…
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Becky Marybell
Leaf Mist

Leaf Mist

Close your eyes. Now, slowly open them and watch the mist on the leaf. For you see, all leaves breathe. They call it transpiration. It is…
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Marianne Simon
If You Let A Bird Out Of Its Cage

If You Let A Bird Out Of Its Cage

What happens then?
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Angelina Der Arakelian
The Colour Of The Streets

The Colour Of The Streets

Prose Poem
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Caitlin Rebecca
Sounds of Mother Earth

Sounds of Mother Earth

The sweetest melodies I’ve ever heard.
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Michelle Esther, PMHNP-BC
Sometimes, It’s Easy to Forget

Sometimes, It’s Easy to Forget

Too used to our own imperfection Hearing the same voice over and over Witnessing the same face in the mirror
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Angelina Der Arakelian
I Wrote Over 200 Poems in 20 Years of Living

I Wrote Over 200 Poems in 20 Years of Living

And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon
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Angelina Der Arakelian
You Reap What You Sow, So Why Escape The Present So Much?

You Reap What You Sow, So Why Escape The Present So Much?

It’s in planting the seed Allowing it — us — room to breathe That our result is capable of growing
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Angelina Der Arakelian
You Aren’t Who They Say You Are

You Aren’t Who They Say You Are

As much as they may Scream, roar and bark An identity towards you that you can’t claim
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Am I A Year, Or A Thousand Years Old?

Am I A Year, Or A Thousand Years Old?

It’s either one or the other
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Angelina Der Arakelian
Fading Memories

Fading Memories

A Poem of Family
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Dean Miller
Wondering What It’s Like To Be A Tree

Wondering What It’s Like To Be A Tree

Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be a tree? Calm and still Full of strength and glee
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Angelina Der Arakelian
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