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By Enzo Laveair
Love is like a seed. And I planted ours, it will grow to be a beauty.
By Chanus Mcgrathus
Short story, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. :)
I decided to write another limerick.
This poem is dedicated to a life of a tree-lover.How a tiny seed is considered weak not after it grows into a large tree and fills the world with its greenery and food.There also comes a time when the tree gets weak and and shades its leaves and branches.Trees are not so different from humans.
By Soakie Peace
The seed was planted to me, from thee
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When inspiration is gone, hope is the tiny seed which keep a poet moving on.
By Spirit Of Freedom
This poem is inspired through learning from my environment. Mother nature in this case. She often shows me ways of living. Ways of surviving life. I am thankful being given life! I hope you recognise what a unique gift you are too :)
By Enis Retis
A kindhearted young man living in a grove amidst a meadow tries to allure the beautiful Mishra into his company despite being surrounded those who think ill of him.
Hi Everyone! I've always been a fan of earlier films. Musicals were usually my main choice until I'd seen "The Bad Seed" directed by Mervyn Leroy. It's a Drama/Suspense with a young girl named Rhoda as it's main character. She's a very naughty little girl who brings heartache and pain to her...
By Angel Plant
About a smile for the one you love. You share, you care. About how you feelW
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Dedicated to my seed
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Young Stephanie Lawrence seems to contain a unique mind, able to conjure the most beautiful sights and fantasy world while only dreaming. However, when she awakens to find that her dream has become a reality, she must fight to find her way home, and to stop an unseen threat lurking in the...
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime
A string of beads...
Poetry | Updated Aug 9, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
A father and daughter share a difficult, but memorable experience riding the bus.