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By Eileen Mcbriar
A poem relating to my experiences of visits to this breathtaking beautiful country of scenic delight.
By Rohan Nath
Many a times we have surrendered. Be bold like the Cliffhanger! Hang unto the cliff and never let it go because you have come to high and it's a deep fall if you give up now.
This is a prettier, lighter song than what I usually do. I'm in the works with the audio and the acoustic guitar.
Poems from Love
Article | Updated Jan 18, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
the girl you dremead of as a kid is just taht one missing pice to complete your heart. the day you meet you relise taht she is taken but your thoughts can not rest because she is what you drempt of
Something about the rain
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By J L Hehl
Everyone needs a special place to retreat to deep within your soul, self reflection is necessary for survival. Can you find yours?
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
i used to be part a poetry writers group. at the end of each meeting we would decide on the assignment for the nest meeting. the assignment for this poem was to write one with the first line "The great ape stood behind the glass". (apparently he'd already written one and was wondering if...
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
A poem I wrote after hearing Eminem's song "Love The Way You Lie" Another view on the hardships of relationships.
A short poem displaying how two people hurt by past experiences could ruin future chances.
Loosing the stick of death with a big blast of what! read to find out
By Mangala Priya
I wrote this on the day before i come back to bangkok from Buddhamonthon.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dana The Cyberpoet
We all don`t share the weekend off...
Written in 2006, this poem celebrates my favorite retreat, a place so filled with natural beauty that I plan to retire there someday. I refuse to tell where it is, for I do not want everyone on the East Coast to also discover its beauty and taint it by living there...