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Random First Lines:My name is Adalaide. I am 16 years old and I live in Grimmswick with my dad and my brothers. My brothers and I have different mothers because my... » Read
By Joshua Andrada
Let your petals grow, in beauty, in someone else's tender caring hands... Your gardener who will nourish you with care and love... and be the sunlight to lighten up your darkest days... I will be just another gardener that you once knew...
By Clandestine Fire
People will always judge you and it may hurt,
but stay true to yourself and improve where needed.
By Sara Battaglia
This is a poem I wrote for Arbor Day as I stared out the window in my dorm at college. I go to college in the city, so I was inspired to write about the beauty and importance of trees for people who have lived in a world that lacks green. I am always inspired by nature, and I hope that others...
â€œDon't Worry About the Mule Going Blind: Hazel's Daughterâ€ shows a shocking perspective of Betty Tucker's life in the late 1950's and the 1960's. In the book, Betty describes her childhood, which was one of immense poverty, segregation, and abuse.
The memoir starts in 1956, when...
A companion to the book, Make a Joyful Noise: Searching for a Spiritual Path in a Material World
Award winning author, Chariss K Walker, presents Make a Joyful Noise: Searching for a Spiritual Path in a Material World as a bridge between the gap of religion and modern day metaphysics, what some would mistakenly call mysticism or new age thought. Although new age thought does differ from...
This is a song that just popped into my head but I feel it's meant for someone out there.
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A character introspective. Kind of free prose. About change, growth.
- We wish we were free from our past, but the past is the dirt not the chains. -
This poem was written about spiritual rebirth. The main character starts out with a heart yet is weak and vulnerable. After being hurt and surrendering their soul, they grow strong and it allows them to experience life and love at a whole new level. Sometimes one must die of heartbreak before...
This epic tell the evolution of all life, the struggles of death, changes in man and his destiny to destroy.
By True Pain
beauty is not made by glits and glimmer its about the hard work and that's what i saw in you grandmother true beauty
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This letter is written in remembrance of a first love.
poem about societies effects on me.