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This is a poem that I wrote shortly after moving to WV in 2000. I had moved here to spend time with my dying great grandfather and dying grandfather. Little did I know I would stay here and I will eventually die here. I have a house and a farm and this poem that I wrote really speaks about the...
My experience of moving to West Virginia in November of 2000, when both my grandfather and great-grandfater were both dying. I wanted to spend time with them, as they were both my heros and two of the most loved individuals in my life. I was in a strange city, with no friends, no job which means...
This poem leads to unite everybody in the world.
a short letter about what it means to me to be his girlfriend. if you feel the same way maybe it'll make you feel better to read that you aren't alone. happy valentine's day everyone.
A true depiction of my land and our incredible cultural journey in the heart of any traveler. Love to read this again. :)
By Star Nikita Singh
This story is about sacrifices and the struggle of a boy made and find the best result of his sacrifices.
You were more than just sad
But the outlook is brighter
You are a warrior and a fighter
Please show them you you are strong and hold on
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
By Thoughtful Nights
A collection of chapters of letters dedicated to my dad. Perhaps one day i'll show him this website, so he can read them too.
Thoughtful Nights ~ x
Take pride in your own uniqueness
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
We all know about the World War 1, but some of us don't have an accurate idea about why it happen, so in this essay I am going to explain about its causes, and give examples.
Hope you like :)
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
poem about my daughter.
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0