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By Annabeth Jackson
You were there whenever I needed you. You had a heart-breaking story, causing your tiny acts of kindness. You remembered, when no one else did.
The final poem in a series of twelve. It has been an interesting twelve days.
Sometimes context is everything. Some poems require an understanding of the situation at hand in order to get even a small morsel. Not so Michael Rosen's How Many, which he wrote for Mordechai Vanunu. It is one of my...
I love you.
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Remember of those day when someone is with us and support us.
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It's about how the evil king that once owned one of the largest city's has been turned into a statute. It's also about no matter how much power you have your gonna get taken down and it would be remembered for centuries.
Remember My Heart
Poetry | Updated Oct 23, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A remembrance of a great hero of 9/11.
By Liam Strong
An old poem: I haven't posted anything in over a month, so now's time to show you all something fresh! I am thinking of expanding this one for the simple fact that I love its concept; but the title is just lovely to me, haha! Enjoy!
Seventeen year old Alex Cook has suffered from memory blackouts ever since she was young. After a school shooting and bombing kills her friends, Alex begins to recover some of her memories. She is admitted to the hospital for a psychiatric recovery program when she has difficulty coping...
Make a short story or poem using these song titles from the rock band
By Johnnie Ruffin
Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Those who commute and their ignorance.
Beauty is real. For most or some Barbie is perfect like all the models. But the thing is no one is perfect, nothing is perfect. But we are perfect in our own ways but not really perfect with perfect straight or curly hair, or a perfect body. Beauty is ourselves and we are real. Beauty isn't Barbie.
Death will never steal your memory
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sweet Agony Xo
My boyfriend broke up with me so i think this poem is fairly self-explanatory...
i hope you like and can connect to it.
Poetry | Updated Jun 10, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1