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Written by Roselyn Edwards
Status: Rough Draft
A poem that I wrote about how love when it is young is so lively so excited; the onlookers will often say that won't last long, but the point being love is at it's best if it can stay young even when it is old.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Christian Taylor
Hello, Iâ€™m Christian Taylor and welcome to â€œThe Booksie Life Storiesâ€, where we take a look at the minds behind some of Booksieâ€™s finest. Tonight, we look at a poet, whose work from â€œLongingâ€, â€œEchoing Whisperingâ€, â€œBuried Memoriesâ€,...
By Amanda Springob
I had to write a sonnet for my writer's workshop class, and I actually made it work for the structure of a Shakespearean sonnet, even if it's kind of crappily written. I am very aware that it's probably extremely cliche. Don't judge. (Attempt to) Enjoy!
Phillip is an old man, isolating himself from the rest of the world and trying to live out the rest of his life in peace. A surprise visit, however, changes his life forever as he has to leave everything behind and help everyone start anew.
By Lizzie Wonder
about a girl who wants to just run away free and its trying to find her way out.
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
My first haiku, I hope you enjoy (:
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Cyan Deneb
How this time of the year looks and feels...
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Which one is more beautiful, the sunrise or the sunset?
By Kendall Renee
How nature can bring you to what you need.
By Naomi Folettia
When you open your eyes after a long winter you see that spring has returned again.
we wake up every day.We realize the beauty and the freshness of that particular day of summer.It feels so special that we wish every morning is as beautiful as this one.
Poetry | Updated May 13, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 15