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Status : OnlineLogin This is the old "classic design" and is only available to members who joined before to 2014. If you joined more recently, please visit the main site at allpoetry.com .
Status : OnlinePublish your poetry online . The web's largest poetry writing group - from beginners to experts. Improve your poetry, create a fan base, and read the best poetry of our generation.Allpoetry is home base for poets.
Status : OnlinePoetry contests you can enter for free. Win cash, points, and prizes. Over 20 contests, judged daily! Join our poem competitions for free and get feedbacks. No reading fee poems contests
Status : OnlinePoems by Tanz. All poetry of Tanz, poet, author, poem. Beyond the rightness or wrongness of things there is a field,
Status : OnlinePoems by Bettie Page. ALL Contests I RUN Will BE ON MY Main Site Here I have been writing poetry for years as a hobby. I just now started to share them with other people. I am a lady with attitude.
Status : OnlineAllPoetry, San Jose, CA. 258K likes. Allpoetry.com is the web's largest poetry community. Read poetry by thousands of poets from around the world. Improve through feedback & get published!
Status : OnlineLife's Tragedy by Paul Laurence Dunbar It may be misery not to sing... at all, And to go silent through the brimming day; It may be misery never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way. To sing the perfect song, And by a half-tone lost the key, There the potent sorrow, there the grief, The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.
Status : OnlineAllPoetry Yesterday at 6:35 PM In Flanders Field by John McCrae In Flanders’ Fields the poppies bl ... ow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Status : OnlineIn Flanders Field by John McCrae In Flanders’ Fields the poppies bl... ow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders’ Fields.
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