stadarooni 
Empathy is the human superpower.
Empathy is the human superpower.
Sneakers
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny. Β 184
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philmichaelwebs Community member
Community member
poet_tani 14 | Back to writing; occasionally tho
14 | Back to writing; occasionally tho
Take A Break- Free Verse#1
One of my personal favorites that I've written! I read it oft for rexation! Sorry if it's too boring for y'all... Β 143
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mipoet 
Insomniac
Insomniac
Reading
I sit at the base of an oak tree, on the top of a small hill. Β 134
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mipoet Insomniac
Insomniac
Celebrating Spring
Rain falls from a cloudy gray sky. Bits of sun break through, Β 116
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mipoet Insomniac
Insomniac
marius Off-grid poet
Off-grid poet
TREEBENCH
A little poem for one of my favourite trees. It's a place where I like to sit and think. Β 111
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parislouise A hurting soul who loves to writeπ
A hurting soul who loves to writeπ
mipoet Insomniac
Insomniac
Sunrise
The flower stem is bent, leaning from all the dew drops. Β 109
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mipoet Insomniac
Insomniac
Lanterns
The path before her was long. While the night was cold and dark. Β 103
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silkyg17 
Writing for fun π²πΉπ₯ π―750?
Writing for fun π²πΉπ₯ π―750?
Find me in nature.
"ππ πππππ’ π πππ πππππ ππππππ πππ ππππππππ ππππ ππππ ππ πππππ..." βοΈπ± Β 97
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mipoet Insomniac
Insomniac
Withered Trees
The withered trees cling to life. Some will die, while others live. Β 95
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somebody loneliness killed the human
loneliness killed the human
soothrain IG:- soothrain1_ π
IG:- soothrain1_ π
Sillage of the fallen
and the whiff of their death in trails is left, to remind us of their fall, but as accustomed, we ignore...... Β 82
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sassmyass1 
Royalty of Commaful
Royalty of Commaful
Wind Rider
Scorching hot From the middle east The Saharian winds Frizzled my weave Β 80
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livingghost Definitely not a writer
Definitely not a writer
ioanamoldovan2 chaotic mind / raging soul
chaotic mind / raging soul
Nighttime is noteworthy
βWhoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.β By: Ioana Moldovan Β 76
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