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By Henry Duthler
It's with the night that all come to an end, and every day finds it's beginning. So this is with love... it carries us from one day to the next and keeps us warm in between
Late night poems about broken hearts and too late warnings from lovers that may hurt us in the end. Nevertheless, it was worth it in the end. And though my heart may bleed on the ground, I don't regret our days of love. Any feedback will be much appreciated :) Thanks for reading! :D
FIRST POEM OF MINE...At first, I thought of blue birds but then I thought of wings so hope you enjoy. If you don't like this poem without any punctuation, just tell me and I can change it.
Poetry | Updated Sep 28, 2013 | Reads: 44 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 17
This poem is a little personal but I think there are people out there that can relate to this as well. It's like the more successful one get the more obstacles that are put in one's path
a poem about growing up and wishing you could have your innocence back so you could believe in all the things you once did.
A Shakespearean poem I wrote for my English class. It's not as good as Shakespeare's though :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Hello. My name is Tara Skye Moon. I have gold hair, ocean eyes, and well, a tail. I might not have mentioned, but I'm a mermaid. My tail is quite beautiful though. Well, i just figured out at least...
im very new to writing so please go easy on me haha but i look forward to your feedback and how i can improve please like and comment your thoughts of the story below :)
This was a poem I wrote to Kanye's beat I wonder off his album graduation
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Jenna Leigh
A story that will send you through a time warp of revelation in just a few lines of this chilling poem. Enjoy. PEACE OUT
No negative comments please :)
Am I crazy? I can't give you an answer. It depends on who you ask. But I can tell you one thing for sure. Don't trust me. Because I only know half of what goes on here. And if I am psycho, and I really do belong in this hell hole, then there must be a reason.
Even at the worst of time, the future's open wide.
This is something I wrote about two months ago, but since I stopped using my account, I didn't have time to publish it. But here it is. Hope you guys like it! :D
By Chelsea Finch
am sick of seeing things in the way other people think.
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0