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the wish to see inside herslf......
Adam Lambert is a troubled rockstar, lured into the world of drugs, alchohol and women. While Bettina is a woman on top, founder of her own clothing line and has no intention of kids or a husband. When these two people living glamorous lives meet, fall in love and engage in the most poetic love...
Novel | Updated May 31, 2010 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Storm Poet
The tittle says it all. Its a look at myself from my poet point of view.
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I'm your nevermind, yet again, forgotten. Nevermind..
By Werewolvesdream Girl
I was just listening to music and dancing, then i was imagining...what makes the signature of a poet? what's the mark of a true dancer?
Poetry | Updated May 21, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Jessa Sumner
a court poet, newly inducted to the court life, reflects upon the value of nature
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
African-American author, kYmberly Keeton has debuted her literary website.
Imagine a summers day.
Sylvia Plath (1932-63) was a wonderful, British-American Poet who committed suicide. She was married to British poet, Ted Hughes, who left her for another woman who also ended up committing suicide.
One of Sylvia's main symbolic tools was bees and bee hives.
Poetry | Updated Apr 7, 2010 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 17
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short poem about Heaven and spirits.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dana The Cyberpoet
In the poetic hourglass is time a dimension?
By Dana The Cyberpoet
Yes, I`m an armchair writer. I may pen my thoughts but organizing and compiling does not see to be my forte!!
By Gibran Amin
This poem is about my past school which i miss very much,
in that poem i have tried to pay honor to my teachers, class fellows, i cant find them any more.. i narrate that poem in third person. that person is my shadow.. waiting for your comments.