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A humorous and elegant love tale, written in Iambic tetrameter.
By Damian Vincent Henry
The love I never knew, the hands I never felt, the eyes that never knew mine, the heart I never won, and the soul I never merged with in my short life.
Poetry | Updated Sep 16, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Whatâ€™s Death? Weâ€™ll never know. But as my chest pains increase and more careless drivers almost hit my bike, I continue to wonder.
But I know now, that death brings anything but happiness. We must appreciate everyone and everything around us. Find our place, and dwell comfortably...
It's about my best friend and how i see her.
Just another poem about unrequited admiration.
It is just a love-and-breaking-up poem, but as I am fond of angels, so I had to resemble the girl as an angel not because it is typical, but because angels, to me, mean happiness, beauty, calmness, love, respect and things like this. So do girls. I believe that girls should be respected more...
Basically, this poem is seen through the eyes of a man who watches a woman he saved in the past, who was originally ordered to kill her. Here, he details what he sees in her from past to present.
There's a good amount of soul-spilling and some strong language here. I don't usually write like this but I feel like it was a necessary outlet. Anyway it's not terribly graphic, just interested in what other people might walk away from it with.
Do you remember the last time your life was turned upside down? This is the story of how my life was forever changed, and hopefully, you won't make the same mistake.
A fictional poem I wrote while in my kitchen waiting on my pot to boil. :)
By Dramatis Personae
I am an avid music lover and I am particularly in love with Brandy and Janet Jackson. This poem is an ode to Brandy! Hope you like!!!!
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The observed truth usually goes unsaid.
Was outside, started to thunder and lightening A raindrop fell apon my cheek and I went and got a pad and started writing,With someone in mind of course...