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concreteshallows (56)in Blockchain Poets • 2 days ago
The Ballad of Frogs and Toads. An epic poem of a pond.
The Ballad of Frogs and Toads In a time of yore, the eleventh century spanned, A land by gentle rivers, stretched 'cross verdant land. Where willows wept and lilies decked…
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concreteshallows (56)in Blockchain Poets • 15 days ago
April Haiku Poems about the season
April raindrops fall, Awakening earth's colors, Nature's symphony. Cherry blossoms bloom, Painting skies with pink whispers, Spring's gentle embrace. April's breeze…
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- Author $0.59
- Curators $0.58
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • 4 months ago
Silent Survival : Chapter 1, Whispers in the Dust
Among the remnants of human civilization, a small community of mice huddled together, their fur matted with dust and their whiskers twitching in the acrid air. At the heart of…
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- Author $0.13
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Eternal Flight
A short story about a young child surviving a in bleak world. The little girl was barely more than a child, yet already she had seen horrors enough to scar her for life. She…
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- Author $0.78
- Curators $0.77
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
A thriving city in a fallen world. A poem from an imaginary world.
The city of Atist stands tall and proud, Despite the rest of the world falling apart. It's a mystery how it managed to survive, We may never know for sure. But whatever the…
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- Author $0.11
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Atist, the city of secrets. The Garnet City, a place of mystery. A poem of an imaginary city in a fallen world.
Atist, the city of secrets. The Garnet City, a place of mystery. Where hidden truths lie waiting to be uncovered. A city where mysteries from before the fall still linger.…
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- Author $0.11
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Atist, the Garnet City. A poem of a place from an imaginary world.
On the other side of the world from Lazarus, the Atist, the Garnet City. The ruby glass of Garnet City glows, A bright and vibrant red the night illumes. Its many windows…
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- Author $1.40
- Curators $1.39
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Deafening roar of the rain. Poetic tale of survival in Lazarus during a frigid winter.
The falling rain creates a deafening roar above the broken windows as it crashes onto the shattered glass and concrete below. The cold wind picks up, howling through every…
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- Author $0.11
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Despite the cold. Poetry of winter survival.
We huddle As the snow falls relentlessly, bundling us in its frigid embrace we huddle together for warmth within the shell of our half-sunken skyscraper, as we inch our…
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Gifts of Winter Solstice. Poems about giving and survival.
To my friends, As we approach the Winter solstice, I find myself reflecting on all that has happened in the past year. We've seen so much pain and suffering caused by man, both…
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- Author $0.06
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Gardens grow in the city ruins. Poems about survival in a fallen world.
In the ruins of a once great city, I grow a garden. The soil is hard and rocky, but I make it fertile with my sweat and love. I sow seeds of hope and joy, and watch them grow…
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- Author $4.69
- Curators $4.57
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Point Paradise Apartments Part Three. Poem and art of survival.
Point Paradise Apartments Part three of three. How they lie in my arms, limp and fragile Wincing with each step I take as if their last The life slowly ebbing from their…
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Point Paradise Apartments Part Two. Poem and art of survival.
Point Paradise Apartments Part two of three. The next day, I wander through the building searching for more supplies. But there's nothing left – not a single can of…
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- Author $0.85
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Point Paradise Apartments. Poem and art of survival.
Point Paradise Apartments Part one of three. The stairs creak and moan, but I ignore them as I grip the railing. I'm not afraid of the dark; there's nothing to be afraid…
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- Author $1.46
- Curators $1.45
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
The Well. Two poems and art about lending a hand.
The Well We were out scavenging for supplies, When we came across a small group of survivors. They were desperate and offered us fresh food, In exchange for help fixing…
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concreteshallows (56)in Alien Art Hive • last year
Bandits Creep and Crawl and Scavenge to Defend. Dystopian poetry and ai art.
These are two poems about dealing with bandits trying to steal our newly found scavenged supplies one night. Bandits Creep and Crawl In the night, when all is still, the…
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- Author $4.24
- Curators $4.12
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
In Search of Supplies. Poetry and ai artwork
The night sky is dark The stars are not shining And the moon is in hiding For the city we call home, it's falling apart People are dying by the dozen From sickness and…
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- Author $4.46
- Curators $4.34
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
Medical Supplies. A poem of survival and ai artwork.
In the dark of night, through broken streets and falling debris, I search for medical supplies to bring back to my city now in shambles. The hospitals are empty and the…
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- Author $0.12
- Curators $0.12
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
FAK for the Supply Cache. Poem of Survival and ai art.
The supply run cache is always a worry, the thought of what might befall us on the way. But adding a small first aid kit to our haul makes it feel just that little bit safer.…
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- Author $0.04
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concreteshallows (56)in Freewriters • last year
What will I find?
As I peer through the shattered glass, I hope to find a way out. But all I see are shelves of rusted cans, And piles of garbage that overflow. What kind of supplies will I…
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- Author $0.02
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