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This poem is one that I wrote for writing class. It describes the beauty of flowers and what they strive for. Hope you like it!
This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..
By Mr Watson
Just my thoughts.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 10
The sequel to "Growing Tails", a novel based on my short story, "His Eyes". The battles begin against the Army of Shadows.
Feel touched and moved while the silky words pour off the page into the depths of your mind.
the lost spring.....
By Lilly Gilovitz
In life you can want something so much that you fantasise about it for years without actually making it a reality. But what if the fantasy overtakes your life? How will you cope with snapping back to reality? White Petals discusses the confusion of young love in modern day society.
By Chris Bradbury
Complex we are (so says Yoda)
By Angel Plant
Dancing beams are all around they can be anywhere. From soft lights to shadows on the wall.
Poetry | Updated Jul 6, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
It is a Haiku
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ryan Jacobs, dead.
Those were the words that Liam couldnâ€™t get out of his mind. Liam and Ryan have known each other since they were five years old. Ryan had died the night that Liam made a terrible mistake, hurting himself eventually, but more importantly, hurting the one he cared the...
I feel prayers are like a red, red rose, we send up in asking,searching, knocking- prayer of love & faith, light to our Creato.
Taken in hands,hearts of Divine Angels.
Petals returned in time,of answeres, caress ,kiss our lives, hearts, heads with answers of love and light of the DivineDo we...
One of the poems published in my small booklet and my art in
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
A beautiful rose for all to see reminds me of a little girl forgotten.