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Random First Lines:This is one little poetic observation of what might be called the greatest riddle of all.
I was getting nothing done one night, and I was... » Read
This is a story about a girl and how she connects to a river.
By Hinrey Snakespear
(I will be updating this piece in segments)
This is a piece I have been working on for a while now, I am unsure as to how often I will be updating it, or how big the updates will be, but hopefully those updates will happen.
A few critique questions for this piece:
-How is the mood of it?
By Ian Dawn
This is probably more prose and miscellaneous but if you read the emotion it flows from the heart
By Bill Schultz
The title says it all, no?
I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself with that. This is only the first run through. I do not plan to revise this. It is what is - an exercise. I know this is not...
During the 19th and early 20th Centuries, women had no influence or power over their own lives. Even women born into a privileged lifestyle were given no choice or freedom of speech.
Women born into poverty were the worst treated in this society. There was a strict class division. All money in...
By Ronald Lee Bunch
This is a poem I wrote from my book Asteroid Auction.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A memory awakened from that one memorable night of sweet passion that ended with laughter. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment and say your thoughts about this piece and how I may improve it. Thank you :)
My second attempt at poetry, and it handles quite a sensitive topic.
For times and brothers that are gone.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This came about from simple suggestion to begin writing something with the word "Woe".
What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close. Her voice, calling out my name; - haunting me.
Love letter to the Southern Highlands village, Bundanoon, Australia.
Talks about the turbulence societies have over us as individuals. We live in a world of judgements, conceptions, realizations,norms and values that we have to abide by.
By Rose Wolfe
The darkness of depression takes a hold.
By Diana Kouprina
I found a picture posdessed so much beauty and truth, that it inspired me to write this poem.