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losing is painful, but should we?
By Cory Scott
Poem about my friend.
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
You ever get tired of always being the good guy?
Sallie Anderson is practically dead, left in a comatose condition by an event that she cannot quite remember. Her saving grace is Clair Skelton. Despite his outwardly sweet demeanor, Clair is neither a man to trust implicitly or 100% sane and has a tendency to commit various crimes on a whim. If...
A letter from a grieving writer ready to move on.
By Jeff Schrembs
Jeff Schrembs writes an original poem July 27, 2015 @ 6:15am EST about "what if we knew the time (that would be our last hour)"?
By Jeff Bezaire
Love is a beautiful and dangerous emotion - it can lift us with hope or drown us with despair, fill us with happiness or sadness or anger. It can be a friend or a foe.
(This is a type of sequel to my previous poem, The Moments)
By Ted Gerard
Random thought about love. All good relationships are based on a state of love & trust.
After a storm in a valley everything is gone.
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Questioning why I failed at marriage. Was it something in my power to change?
Poetry | Updated Jul 14, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the not too distant future, an inventor makes a marionette -- an artificial child, the first of its kind, in the image of his comatose daughter, and she is sent to a family coping with the absence of their beloved son. Will the child be able to love, and be loved in return?
A quick poem on how unexpected events can be sometimes. My first attempt at leaving fiction and delving into poetry.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a demon, or to be an angel. Yeah well being both sucks! My mother is a Princess of Heaven; she is God's daughter. And my dad is the devil. Literally! And my narcissistic brother is in love with me and is obsessed with killing me. I am in love...
My thoughts for this are based on the cycle of love and loss. The emotional rollercoaster on which life takes us and the pain of suffering and healing. Breathing becomes the only constant.
Poetry | Updated Jul 9, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2