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Random First Lines:In this Hindi poem the Lover found Himself in an uncontrollable situation as His desires forced Him to fulfill His intimacy with Her beloved but... » Read
an attempt at expression of some sort, I suppose
This poem describes a moment in time as I sat at my computer desk typing and reminiscing on everything around me, within and without...
Wondering on what my Granda is thinking and doing now he has passed on
By Jasmine Dreamscape
A poem for class about something I am addicted to
Poetry | Updated Jun 19, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
We are all going to bite the bullet sooner or later, may as well be passionate about it. 8D
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 12 | Likes: 14
This is the first poem i wrote after a year of losing my dad when i could no longer hold the pain in my heart and decided to let out the sorrow in the form of words. I know I will never be able to overcome the grief of the person who loved me the most in my life , I will just have to learn to...
By Deserey F
time is passing to fast slow it down
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A poem about history, time, passing and about real wisdom that is not intellectual
A story of an old man and his treasured clock
Poetry | Updated May 2, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Cosmic Crow
My Grandfathers passing. Iâ€™ve never seen a man love his wife as much as he did. If there ever were a person to model myself after it would be him, because he was the perfect man resembling Jesus in many ways.
This is a poem about what I want to happen after I die. In short, I don't want a funeral. I want a party. Death is not something to fear, so don't treat it as such.
Don't worry, I'm not contemplating suicide ;p However, just because I'm young doesn't mean I won't be spared from death. I could...
He didn't know what happened to him.
Are you truly you ?
Do you actually know ?
A friend passed away and this is just part of a message I have for her. In loving memory of Angel LJ....
A little something from a piece that I wrote a few years back after the passing of my boyfriend. I hope you all like it.
In memory of you, friend.