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A poem about a certain girl who is very close to my heart, who sadly lives a long way from me. I wrote this poem after speaking to her on the phone...
She is a very pretty little girl and will grow up to be a beautiful woman.
I love my daddy, no matter how old i get or who i love, my dad is number one in my heart.
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
A poem to my 14 year old daughter, she recently finished with her first boyfriend.
This was written, obviously, before I got Married. I wanted to express my thanks to my Dad (also a bit of a poet!). I put it into a card and told my Mum to give it to him the night before my wedding.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2007 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I wrote this for Mothers Day. But couldnt fit it all in the card.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This was a class assignment to write about a poem about a body part, and this is what I wrote.
How one would want there father to be in there eyes.
Gift from God above
Only daughter I do have
Amazing, Grace is
Just how good a mother's word advice can affect a there child's sight of seeing or doing things is affective.
By Sanderland Lewis4
A story of a man in the deepest grief of his life, a brief look into the sadness of loss and how it manifests at a funeral.
My novel 'Afternnoon Showers' is about music, music lovers and an exceptionally talented singer. More than music, it is the story of a woman's journey of self-discovery; how she realizes her inner potential as a singer. My novel 'Afternnoon Showers' is also a feminist writing. It emphasizes upon...
By Marsha Moore
The author struggles to forgive her deceased father, who abused her as a child.
If you are reading this for the first time, go to part one of this story so it will make more sense
The second part of this story is the meat and potatoes of the roller coaster of emotions I went through during my short "stay" in London... as you read you will hopefully see why it was so hard...
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
DONT RUSH ART IT ONLY MAKES IT BAD
WRITTEN BY HOPE MY 7 TEAR OLD POET.
belief er mother lives in anguish, one, two many times
Her soal once lost, it is now paralyzed
My heart aches, wreck less anger resides within me
I shall not fight, it only warrents despair and furry
I grow depressed, but I must not give into fear
We ran away for years and years