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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: 52 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
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: 20 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 11
Reaching your limit can come at any time
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 23, 2012 | Reads: 2 | 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: 17 | 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: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
11/11/11- At school, we were doing a few minutes of silence as happens every year, and my music teacher appears outside and plays 'Last Post'. It was, to be blunt, one of the most moving moments I can remember. I got home and remembered I had just made an account on this site, and I wrote this....
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 11, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
the folly and futility of war.
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2011 | Reads: 2 | 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: 3 | 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...
This poem is deticated to the soliders who fought to keep this land I call Canada free.