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Just a poem to explain the feelings of a teenage girl (me) when she gets disappointed and feels abandoned by someone she trusted who is giving her mixed signals. Many people feel these feelings often, and can relate to this... I hope this helps others know they are NEVER alone... I've felt this...
This is a "credo" poem or a poem about beliefs.
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2012 | Reads: 799 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
*This is an edited version of a little something I wrote in art class( I hate art class lmao*
I'd like 2 say thanks 2 my fans and my mentor John Keats rest in peace old master
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Just a reflection of the mindset, which is trapped in ancient traditions and customs.
Poetry | Updated May 16, 2012 | Reads: 56 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 12
By Iola Ried
"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up"- Thomas Edison
Poetry | Updated May 5, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Stephanie Smallshaw
Several letters, all written by main character Charlotte Powers, are combined together in order of date. They are all addressed to her seventh grade English teacher, Mrs. Michaels.
By Military Shellfisheye
A short allegory about a young man who meets an enigmatic girl on his way home.
Is it fear that keeps the truth from thy people's lips?
Or am I truly living in a world of my enemies.
Set to strip me of thy truth which is my only garment.
Am I not at liberty to speak thy words?
Poetry | Updated Apr 20, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Meaning of life and death. Simplicity in one a view of life and death brings comfort as one old friend comforts another.
To see one must first feel...
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
a poem about beliefs. I was talking to a friend about it and found it interesting how different people refer to the subject "belief/believe". This is what came onto my mind.
By Every Now And Then
What does the reflection in a mirror really tell us about our self?
Decicated to the Freedom Riders, 50 years and African American History Month. To the men and women both white and black that stood up against injustice, against the worst possible conditions as they got on the bus.