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...as we travel life's road, having a hand to hold makes all the difference in the world!
By Macaroni Mario
We love to be the center of attention. The masks we wear to accomplish this. For one solitary man, that type of attention can have serious effect. When the mask is worn day in and day out and starts to tear and shred, it's time to evaluate: Should I take it off? Or is there just one more...
By Liam Strong
I wrote this poem in thought of Evferree, who introduced me to this style of poetry, called diamante, or diamond poetry! I hope you all like this piece!
A successful relationship is more than a first physical attraction. It requires a lot of work from both parties to assure that the union is enduring and successful.
The story discusses about the perfect love between an old couple who are living the last section of their life beautifully.
Four leaf clovers? The first star in the sky? Shooting Stars? 11:11? Blowing away of birthday candles? There are different superstitions about having wishes come true, but they are not necessarily true.
By Spirit Of Freedom
Tribute, Life, Death, Loss, Grief
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Worse than being not loved at all is being loved and then left without it..
I wrote that poem in April 2010...Was setting in my bed room on sofa....And was looking in window and was thinking about something like very romantic and then sudden i thought lets take out pen and pad and start writing for someone special and then i started...After finishing it i thought i will...
The largest poem on Booksie EVER!!!!
6, 814 WORDS!
MORE THAN 1000 LINES!
SET YOUR MADNESS FREE, THE SHOW IS ON!
By Euphoric Tangled
Reflection about pretending, being insecure and insincere with oneself, written in Spanish.
By Eileen Mcguinness
Families don't seem to be as close as they used to be in my early years.I cannot understand why it is so difficult for a person to pick up a phone or write a few words in a letter.Communication is all done by text these days we don't seem to have time for each other.In this poem i explore my own...
One of my deepest songs ever...
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President