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This is a short poem I wrote about suicide, and the immediate effects it has on everyone around you. If you or someone are considering suicide, get help fast; There will always be someone willing to talk.Just remember, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Without further ado,...
This is a short story I wrote when a family friend passed away a few months back. I wrote it when she passed away, but never overcame my shyness to publish it. However, this is the story, and it is called "Forever Gone, Not Forgotten".
The Fire of Love
Poetry | Updated Jul 26, 2014 | Reads: 46 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
An older poem of mine written around the time of Remembrance Day. A poem that expresses my thoughts toward the sacrifice of all the men that died so that we could live today
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
The second poem in the Elemental poems collection I am working on. Here, water symbolizes reflecting on memories, moving on, cleansing, healing, and renewal.
BriannasBooks poetry contest entry.
A broken mirror often shows more than a complete one.
I wrote this years ago for rememberance day
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
A little piece ive expanded in memory of 911, never forgotten.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 47 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
There is a reason you don't forget things, you can't help but remember them. Memories.
In class the past few weeks I've been writing poems as I think of lines to start with, I'll post all of them.
I wrote this poem about a friend of mine and what she was going through with relationships. This another poem for the series a college point of view
I was angry with somebody. This person, who believed it was okay to put down others because he disagreed with their views, needed some reason put into his head. He has so much knowledge, so much education, but it's worth nothing with a personality like that. Knowledge is nothing without...
rhyme of a time that has passed.
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A great uncle of mine died on the Western Front from battle wounds received at Arras and during WW2 another great uncle remarked on the poppies again at Arras.The spirits of our dead kin have come up to greet us he said.
By Mr Watson
Going over the top in the Great War.