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taken from my book, "Position The Thought"
By Raymose Josi
MYSTREY OF THE ENGMA OF DEATH
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Charlie Dewatt
Hello friends! This my small piece of work hope you guys will enjoy. Its my talk to myself about my struggle and passion for writing. About my desire to write more and more.
Please share your views with me as I always need feedback from you good writers. Just help me to make my work better...
By Peter Hunter
... waking early...
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I always adored birds, because they symbolise some things I believe people have lost in time. When I was a few years younger, I went birdwatching and often enjoyed feeding pidgeons throughout the city. However, my real love for them began the day I came home to see my family bought me a small,...
Poetry | Updated Jun 10, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By James Edgar Cooper
Life is one of the greatest blessings that could ever be bestowed upon us. It is such a sacred and beautiful thing... But at times, things in life can really get us down and make us sad. We've all had moments in our life where we've not felt happy or our usual self because the truth is... We can...
Now middle-aged, the world's first scientifically documented virgin-born baby sets about to write out his life story in a last effort to make sense of his disappointing, yet incredible existence.
More of my endless poetry
Poetry | Updated May 5, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is made for my grandma. She's the best grandma ever! I made this for her birthday and I hope she loves it. She is now up in heaven watching over me.
By Francis Kryptonyt
I remember when you were just an egg with scales I had not thought to see ever in my life. Are you rebelling? Are we no more friends? Why are you shutting the door? You have been silent as of late and I do not know why. Is it because I've asked too much of you to stay longer than you should...
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1961 WITH DIFFERENT HOPES.
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A song brings the new life of spring to a faraway place.
By Altamash Rafiq
I miss the small amount of time I spent in a rustic locale.
Sometimes we do things we think no one sees. Well guess wat? A secret can only be hidden for so long. And how do i know that? Dats simple. A little birdie told me.
Poetry | Updated Mar 29, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0