Wanderer by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON I wandered these uncharted lands where people live with broken hands and reaching out instead of giving in. I walked the plank with tender miles, sold my soul...
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Ingrid by PETER EDWARDS She sits at her desk like a Flower in full bloom Whilst others around her despair in their gloom Always so busy, and never 'cross word' Never repeats, whatever...
Fishermen by JIMMY SHOREY Privet beards and meat thick jumpers tawny hands like grumpy badgers denounce the nestling nuzzling fish with a jobs worthy net by an arcing swish Craved...
Beneath the Forgotten Roses by ANTHONY HAYES As I walk through the grey mist of night I come across a bed of roses, brittle with a dark essence. Each one slowly crumbling to the rough...
Grave by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Death would be adorned if not knowing it comes but once; once to the prepaid grave no one will visit. Death would be quick as heartbreak; each nerve pulsating...
Cerelia by MYRYN VILLAFLOR devoid of freshness, a vague scent of life is diffused in the air. of mossy veins entwined, around her thigh and morel mushrooms strewn around her hair, hushed...