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spottedpebble

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Old not-so-great poems

by spottedpebble

  • Poetry
  • Other
not-so-great poems
Start Reading Biking Past the River, on Hills Newest Entry Autumn Rain
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  • 8 Works
  • 934 Words
  • 5 min Reading time
  • 22 Reviews
  • Sep 29, 2023 Started
  • Oct 2, 2024 Last updated

Table of Contents

8 entries
  1. 1 Biking Past the River, on Hills Sep 29 1 min readOther6 comments
  2. 2 Park Bench by Brush, Then River Sep 29 1 min readSpiritual4 comments
  3. 3 Cruel Fate Sep 29 1 min readSatire7 comments
  4. 4 Why Does My Pen Fail Me? Oct 1 2 min readOther3 comments
  5. 5 Warehouse Oct 5 1 min readDramatic · Horror4 comments
  6. 6 Shadows in the Car Oct 9 1 min readRealistic3 comments
  7. 7 Would We Still Be Friends? Nov 6 1 min read3 comments
  8. 8 Autumn Rain Oct 2 1 min read3 comments


A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
— Jean Cocteau