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By Jackie Frost
I've been thinking a lot about what the moon does symbolize and what it could symbolize. It's something I like to observe in anything I read, so I thought I might write something about it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 15, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Jackie Frost
This is a work in progress. I plan to continue it until it's a fairly long short-story, but it will take time. It's something that I don't think anyone will fully understand until I'm finished for various reasons.
By Cheeky Sally
a poem i wrote during science class (and i wondered why i didnt understand what my teacher was talking about?). really, its about looking beyond the surface, and removing the veil.
This poem i made for my uncle while he was in the hospus with cancer.... and now that he's gone i guess i dedicate it to him... Love you gil... anywho enjoy it
Poetry | Updated Nov 12, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
I think this one sums up most of life
Poetry | Updated Oct 24, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
By Kamikaze No Onryou
After reading Robert Frosts, "The Road Not Taken" I felt inspired to make MY version of it. But, unlike his. It's completely different yet the same. Enjoy.
Every Fire burns out.
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
First sonnet. Not good.
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
A new day has dawned,
and the sun's on its rise.
The stars fade elegantly,
while the night ebbs away.
By Derrekk Twein
Charlie Krinder sets off in order to save Santa from the wraths of Jack Frost. One of my earlier stories written in 3rd grade that I've kept for inspiration.
I had a very nice but brief relationship with a woman one fall. I wrote her one poem for each month we were together; September, October, November and December. She was actually gone by December but the first snow made me think of her.
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Here in New Zealand, it is mid winter, and everything is frozen ib=n the morning.
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bitter Irony
Visiting a child's grave. An experiment in a new rhyme scheme/format, so suggests are greatly appreciated. This poem is similar in theme to "The Grave".