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By Quinn Phelan
This happened to me a night ago
It's not finished
Short Story | Updated Nov 10, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem inspired by the great poet, Robinson Jeffers. It is a dark poem of after-life. And missing your loved one once they've passed.
By Arid Land Kate
Hey! This poems based on my novel, Arid Land. May help some people thrash out some questions!
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
November 11th, Armistice Day. I wrote a poem for the fallen and the loved left behind. I have writen again, it is my way of honouring those who have given their life in war.
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 11
Reaching your limit can come at any time
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 23, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This describes all of my good friends who always stand by me no matter what, through rough times and the good ones. I dedicate this to the people who light up my world every single day...
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 19, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I just got this old stab to write about my mom's dad. The gardener of my heart. XD Sorry...kinda emotional here. :) Just an important lesson he taught me about life. Hope you like it! :D
Short Story | Updated Dec 6, 2011 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is something i wrote when i had a fight with my family and i realized that sometimes its only the good things that count. :)
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
the folly and futility of war.
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short story of what a person thinks about in the final seconds of life.
All the people that died in 9/11 didn't deserve this fate. I just hope one day justice will be served.
its a hindi poetry .........
Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My poem talks about uprooting and making a new home in a strange place.
I had to write a poem for my Holocaust project we did for out 8th grade project. We built a whole Holocaust museum. They said my poem was way to sad to be read, but I think it's a great way to remember the Holocaust. Yes, it might have been sad, but we cannot forget how sad this terrible...