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soothrain
soothrain Commaful Star IG:- soothrain1_ 😁

Contemplation

A simple poem on today's prompt "defeated", (it's tough to find pictures 😆), hope you guys enjoy it ©

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sugar_cupcake
sugar_cupcake Silver Comma Chill out

T h e U r b a n i t y

‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’

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charliesheldon
charliesheldon Gifted Writer philosopher & pervayor of weird cat pics

How You Like It

My grandmother likes to tell stories of when she was younger. Not many believe her stories. They change and shift with each retelling. Well, all except one. || A story of financial struggle, food, and...

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in Commaful Star IG: @theindigopoet ^^

Tonight We Feast

A poem about gratitude and poverty. The title image is called 'Pure Innocence' by Rishit Temkar. Thank you for reading. :) <3

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marius
marius Gifted Writer Off-grid poet

Cold Nights/Warm Hearts

Likely my last poem about being homeless and surviving winter.

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marius
marius Gifted Writer Off-grid poet

One Last Winter

There was a man many winter ago, he froze in a ditch walking home. His death was not known until winter was over and spring melted the snow.

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marius
marius Gifted Writer Off-grid poet

Salvation

Another poem/microfiction story about homelessness, survival, and winter.

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marius
marius Gifted Writer Off-grid poet

DOWN THE WANTON ROAD

DOWN THE WANTON ROAD, part 1 of 2, based on the prompt word "overwhelmed". Part 2 is based on the prompt word "obsess".

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cuculater
cuculater Gifted Writer My not-so- secret pastime :)

My home: a gold-chain?

To every memory I created , in countries soon gone . I leave, before they burn . My home in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name .

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macara
macara Community member

The Station

The station at night becomes a home to all those without

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iowamamaof3
iowamamaof3 Verified I just like to write...is that so wrong?

Haiti

Haiti is the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere and part of my heart is there always.

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iowamamaof3
iowamamaof3 Verified I just like to write...is that so wrong?

Haiti - my heart

Haiti Source: http://coffeecraftsandcornfields.blogspot.com/2016/02/haiti-2016-part-2.html

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chukspoetry
chukspoetry free poetry book : http://ge.tt/6QCKrYq2

The stranger everybody knows

A man undergoes the turmoils and hardship of life . only for things to get worse in his desperate time in need . Despite his life difficulties , people end up judging him .

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glennhenley
glennhenley Community member

The gardener

The story of a gardener and his life beyond his work.

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iowamamaof3
iowamamaof3 Verified I just like to write...is that so wrong?

Dream Vacation

Vacation: an extended period of recreation, especially one spent away from home or in traveling @hanniecakes10 challenge

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meghansolo
meghansolo created to create.

Starving Hearts

I spent a month living with the Awash people in a remote village in Ethiopia.

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meganangharad
meganangharad I write poems and stories.

A Chronicle of Homelessness

I was inspired to write this poem after moving to a city and witnessing the injustice of the numerous homeless individuals there. Source: https://poets.media/a-chronicle-of-homelessness?_ga=2.1742649...

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jeffgolddoom
jeffgolddoom Constructive criticism welcome

The Junkman

Inspired by a WWII movie where a Junkman converts old bombers into homes. Sometimes you wonder why harsh memories become nostalgia. It's because it all goes to the Junkman in the end. (First uploade...

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themorrigan
themorrigan Ah! Madness.

noEVERYthing

I once had nothing and ended up nothing. I was a child of a poor family of five. Growing up as the youngest child, I never really had a toy nor proper clothes. My parents can barely provide us three m...

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missypoetic
missypoetic Poetry and Short Stories! :)

Nothing Is Free

Poverty through a drunken man's eyes.

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