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Loving her is about a Girl named Katie who has fallen in... » Read
This is quite intimate in the sense of feeling not sexual content this is not what it is about you have to read to understand what it is I am saying.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shea Ryhai
This is one of the few free verse poems I have written. That being said it is also one of the longer poems. It has two titles because there are almost two stories being written, or merged inside this piece. I hope you enjoy :) Comments appreciated.
Show the world how God's love is demonstrated through you!
Something hit me earlier...and it didn't want to let me go, so I faced emotions that I had buried for a good month under suppression and rage. Here is the heart of the matter...I married someone so they would not feel so alone in life, and I was cast aside. This is the heart of the poem.
The title is pretty much what this poem is about :)
I wrote this for an English homework assignment. Hope you like it!!
This poem really speaks volumes about me in regards to my character and typical outlook on life at times; trying to be positive and productive all-the-while falling back on the negative, neigh-saying everything. I have a bad habit with this, but at least, I recognize my problem and therefore...
i love dancing in the rain. It makes me feel so goodâ™¥
How a loving presence, a vision of love and caring - that of an angel - with their magic, words and touch can soothe you and fill you with pure bliss. They can make you cry - beware, for their love is so powerful.
a poem about watching your love greet a new day and seeing the love in his eyes just for you.
dedicated to my very own sweet prince who i love more than life itself. thank you for loving me.
Poetry | Updated Feb 23, 2009 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
By Wolven Instinct
Yet another poem done with Itsu. ^-^
By Ken Simm
From the Fairies at the bottom of the garden hoax that had even Arthur Conan Doyle believing.
Poetry | Updated Dec 20, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Susan Hartline Fouts
This is a poem I wrote in honor of my son who has been faithfully helping us out due to my husband's lay off. He is a big boy standing 6'5" weighing in at 283. He is such a sweet boy and I wish to honor him with this poem.
I know this may be a shock to some people, but everyline is important, if you care to understand it. However, that is only if you care. I hope you enjoy.
It's a story about a next door neighbors two sons. They pretty much were not allowed out of the house to have a life of their own. To my knowledge they still live at home with their 80 year old parents. It's safe to say it's too late now for them to start living.