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By Anonymous

My sneakers glide gently above the ground,Beneath a sad and silentswing,Beneath a sky from which Persephone was stolen.Back and forth, backand forth,Like the ebb and flow of tide.U...

#129682 Poetry
By Dustfingers DIAMOND
Grand Rapids, Michigan
Dustfingers DIAMOND, Grand Rapids, Michigan
86 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Love to be Loved"

#129683 Poetry
meganlindsey PLATINUM, Willis, Texas
28 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#129684 Poetry
By kiraliz16 BRONZE
Watertown, Massachusetts
kiraliz16 BRONZE, Watertown, Massachusetts
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When I was a freshman in high school... I was fascinated by the idea of spoken word poetry. I felt that my two secret loves, theater and poetry, had come together and had a baby, a baby I needed to get to know." -Sarah Kay, spoken word poet from NYC

#129685 Poetry
MrsTravvieXD GOLD, Palmdale, California
17 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

#129686 Poetry
By d9898 BRONZE
Manteca, California
d9898 BRONZE, Manteca, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#129687 Poetry
By isuess GOLD
Oakland, California
isuess GOLD, Oakland, California
12 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life."

needleinahaystack BRONZE, Jakarta, Other
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#129689 Poetry
By Anonymous
#129690 Poetry
By DanaJae SILVER
Highland Park, Illinois
DanaJae SILVER, Highland Park, Illinois
8 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.