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I know it's been awhile, but I now present Wings. A short poem I made earlier today and In feel the need to show you it.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Black and white...Or, more naturally, my definition of love.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lost Love Long Forgotten
A poem about what it's like to be me sometimes. *This line is from the song side of the road by concrete blonde.
Poetry | Updated Jun 21, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Luv Slayer
A girl seeking revenge for the death of another girl whose soul is being trapped in a diary!
This could be a halloween type of poem. About a creepy trail and a black cat. I have used the word "You" to make it sound like it is the reader who is the one walking through the trail, experiencing the spookiness. I hope you enjoy as you are the one walking down a spooky trail at night,...
By Artchy Bunker
After surviving a natural disaster, Yankee, must search for his daughter, while fighting off smugglers, the natural elements and a population of people turned insane and cannibalistic because of a mercury vein that had split open. Will he survive? Can he keep his sanity?
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The Sleek Sky Soldier is a short poem about a raven in flight
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2013 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
Whatever happened to paper book.
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jjs Pen House
This is a poem I wrote for a friend of color many years ago. It was to make a point about racism in the world. Its a poem that depicts how we are all really the same if we really open our eyes.
By David S Grayson
The way some things were created.
Short Story | Updated Jun 5, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
For this poem, It's not that I haven't thought of a title yet. The name is actually called
Poetry | Updated Jun 5, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Liva Nagle
Black roses for breakfast.
By Silver 84
I have no idea what this means either, just what was going through my head, so bear with me lol.
it's in irish but it's about childhood memories
Poetry | Updated Jun 3, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Kovalum beach in South India is one of the unique beaches in the country with black sand appears seasonally replaced by fine white sand. The downside is the lack of compliance by the restaurant operations on the beach with resopect to discharge of wastewater into the beach.