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Random First Lines:Hoedowns are four lined poems that follow a specific rhyme scheme. They appear on the popular show "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" and my friends and I... » Read
This is my first piece of writing written in 2nd person, I hope you like it. I didn't really plan it either, so if it doesn't really make sense, I'm sorry about that.
P.s. we will always love you, we will allways remember you, R.I.P.
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Book | Updated Nov 27, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is another poem written from personal experience, and emotions. It's about death, and saying goodbye.
Dave's introduction to what so we called 'life'. The beginning of everything-- of every mishaps and misfortunes.
Dave Fillion is a fine man in his thirties, blessed for the well-lived life he attained. However, he hates everything. He finds no meaning in life. He thinks everything is just as useless, like as to his life. It was later discovered that he had gone a deep emotional pain regarding on his...
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By Selena Stars
This poem was inspired by the musical Buddy Holly: the Buddy Holly story. It is a sad story of a young man who went through so much to get his dream and then lose it all 18 months later. He made music history and frankly is my new idol.
My nails scratch my skin
I dig my nails into my skin
Rip flesh away AgainAgainAgain
For love lost & loved ones who have passed away. May they all RIP.It's a sharing of a feeling I had/have for they loss.I expressed it in terms of the ocean I love so much, as I do all nature.Till we meet again one day.
I miss my grandad so much its unreal
I just want him back so man im ready to kill
If i don't get him back yeah I'm gonna go mad
He was like my one and old dad
He was there for me when I needed him most
So raise your glasses and make a toast
This man was my world and he's no longer...
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 14, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Bit of a personal poem. Just something that still plays on my mind from years ago about a lost loved one. I admit the poem itself isnt written brilliantly but this poem isnt about that.
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
My first poem submitted here. I wrote this soon after my father died of cancer in 2009. It's been three years since his passing, and I thought that this would be the perfect place to put it seeing how he's always been so supportive of me.
Struggle is normal and stuggle is unique to everyone, no one has your problems, but there are people out there that are a lot less privelaged than we are, so maybe it's time we realize that you may have it rough. but someone is dying because they have it even more rough.
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1