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By Will Mcconaughey
I wrote this poem after listening to the song "Difference Maker" by the band Needtobreathe. The words of this poem tell us that we need to help those that are hurting by being the hands and feet of Jesus Christ.
By Allyson Horn
Put more thought into where you draw your judgements from.
Article | Updated Nov 6, 2014 | Reads: 58 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A poem about a girl with many faces.
Honestly i sit and wait everyday for war to start of for the lord return which ever happens first I will meet it with a bottle.
By Anam Tariq
People are only concerned about themselves, but when there is a need to make a difference, people give up. To make even a little difference, Stand together and don't give up until you reach your destination!
By Anny Sukmana
was trying to compare the difference of America and Indonesia about marriage proposal
Article | Updated Aug 11, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Evolution seems to be the most scientific answer to our origins. Is it? A couple of pertinent questions arise.
What causes evolution?
What is motivating it?
A close examination into the life and style animals show that each and every instance of sexual union shows the way to a disagreeable...
By Jess M Jennings
TO ALL THE RACES OF THE WORLD UNITED!
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Waves , Waves and Waves
Always and Never
Just my take on the modern world and the feeling of difference.
Judgement day has come and only the few survivors are fighting for their lives. Young couple Annie and Tommy are still alive, months after humanity has gone. While trying to protect Tommy, Annie ends up losing her life, but finds her self in heaven where she becomes a soldier. When she goes back...
Who am I compared to You?
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem was inspired by people who are hardly mentioned but are the most inspiring. It is for the lonely, the lost, the wondering, the ones who just can't stand asking for directions, and anyone in between.
This is one of my newer works, trying to get back into poetry again after such a long break.
Sage Ovesque's world runs on irregularity. Everyone has to be different, or they are taken. The buildings change location and shape daily, and robots roam the streets searching for similarities. One week of the year people are allowed to be similar. Sage plans to make that week worthwhile.