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Random First Lines:BY EPHRAIM CRUD original story in rhyme about a fatherless lad from Bristol and his sexual mishaps
By Ahmed Raouf
Something coming right from the heart.
By Silver 84
The summary of Gordon Ramsay to the tune of 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'
By Maximum Red
this poem becomes a bit of a ramble but i like it and its felling of a new begining
By Mack Jordan
About a man and his dog! Twist at the ending! Hope you enjoy very amateur writing :o)
â€œUmm, a cheese sandwich please,â€ I said. She looked at me funnily a moment. I know what she was thinking. Why come to a music cafÃ© just for that? Or she looks shady. Or even, only cheese!
Follow Ash in her love life, new life but also when she kills life.
Heaven and Hell are both Shaken up by the birth of a child who has mixture of both bloods, something that shouldn't exist.
Do you ever get that feeling? Not having that sense of fullness that so many people enjoy? If you, however, are one of the lucky ones who does hold within them a sense of fullness, then this is what the others feel like.
I wrote this poem to give me exactly what the title implies, hope. Its a bit hard to keep up happy spirits when the world on your shoulders, isn't it? So, I wrote this for me to read when things in my life got really bad, just to add a little light to my day.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
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.