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meditation in blank verse
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 8, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Open to interpretation.
Poetry | Updated Dec 29, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 5
By The Little Writer
A Blank Book
Book | Updated Sep 12, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Isacc R Weltrip
Inspired by a conversation with a friend..
A simple poem with no defined poem. This poem is left to the reader to determine the story of the character, and what exactly she seemed to be doing.
This is an essay I wrote for school. Personally, I think this is one of my best peices of work so far! The topic was to do with ones emotions in relation to creativity - I spread my butter pretty thin on sticking to topic . . . Can you find the "hidden" metaphor near the end? Please critique, it...
Two girls, Leah and Mia, go adventuring in a forest. Something caught Leah's interest. She, being the leader of this journey, ends up being caught in a trap of many down the trail. Mia ends up running as fast as she possibly can, at the request of Leah. Everyone coming up blank about the...
I created this poem for a character I created.
By Slectra Plectus
When i started this poem i was blank in my head, but i have manage to complete with some good words.
One who read will definitely find the idea.
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
By Naomi Folettia
No thought at all. A children's poem.
A page,when used to reflect thoughts, attains an identity, people cultivate some love or hatred for what it has to say and what it expresses undauntedly.but what about a page which has no identity, no words on it,no worth to its existence? its blank and happy,neither it would get appreciation...
Article | Updated Jun 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 10
This is another dark poem about life in an urban environment written while I was still in college.
As in "The Subway," I use a familiar landmark as a metaphor for the negative effect of life in an urban environment. Unlike the jarring free verse in the former poem whose cadence mimics the...
the way i usually feel, sometimes but not always on days that end in Y...occassionally during leap years, and when the moon is waxing...or was it waning? i can't quite remember...
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3