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Clouds have pretty good lives up there.
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Jasmine Brown
The peace that the sky gives me is what I share to you in this poem.... I hope you will enjoy reading it...Thanks
A romantic poem :)
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Soft, clear water. Drips down my arm.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
its a personification poem about clouds.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short memoir about my mother who died after struggling with cancer for six months. She died on the 8th December 2013. My other account is katym1998
Flying to her
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 435 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem, I don't care how many views, likes or dislikes it gets. This poem is how I feel about my dad, who I only saw twice in my life until he died when I was 5-6 years old. I really wish for him to be by my side but that wish won't come true. If you don't like this poem please try your best...
By Liam Strong
I wrote this in view from my own town, and I love writing nature poetry, so this became a result. I hope you all enjoy!
By Brennan Dwyer
A poem about clouds.
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 6
This work was based upon an interview and my own knowledge of tornados. It's late so I figured, eh why not write it. I've been through three myself that I remember and helped with the clean up for the Joplin tornado over two years ago. This town has come a long way.
After much inspiration, I have embarked on a mission to find out the meaning of life so as to quell the need for the answer by the billions of people and thus save them from having to deliberate on the question themselves. Yeah, I'm a nice person, thanks for thinking so.
This pop into my mind when I'm alone. Thinking of clouds makes me strong. Happy reading!
By Rose Burg
To live in the moment in this circumstance means to live in a dying world. Where 'natural disaster' is redefined and where ice meats concrete. This story recounts the life of a girl named Allie and her response to the event.
It was raining while I wrote this. I thought the rain drops looked like diamonds. Cloud Diamonds...