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This is an Easter poem about Easter and bunnies, the goals that every bunny has to achieve every Easter. This is one of my Easter fantasy poems that I am sure everyone will love. Enjoy.
My mind is going towards dream
A little dream covers me
I never forget
I never forget my springtime
As I never forget my love
As long as it goes..
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
If your upset or could just use someone to tell you your worth something.. here is the light at the end of the tunnel just waiting for u to read:)
A pretty little poem about love.
Fill me up. I'm begging you.
A poem I recently wrote about Springtime.
By Jennifer Brighton
Jane is so sweet, it's sickening.
This poem doesn't rhyme (though they don't always have to) It starts out where the person thinks they cannot be without the other person, but as it moves along they start to realize they need to move on, and let love in. If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.
I just learned of the genre 'flash fiction' and I don't know if this is that, but it is about boys and life and moms and sons and life - light heartedly
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Isabel X
This is one of the first poems I've ever written!
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Isabel X
This is my first poem on my website! It is dedicated to my amazing French Pen Pal~!
Spring here is certainly not all green and refreshing!
Poetry | Updated May 15, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Valerie Chen goes to Japan for a spring holiday. During there, she lives with her dadâ€™s friend. Her dadâ€™s friend is rich and owns a mansion. In the mansion, there are 4 bachelors and one will one day inherit the mansion as her dad's friend does not have a heir. The 4 bachelors are...
When flowers lie
in shadows high
upon the meadow hill.
By Barry Boodles
The definition of spring...it's sort of self-explanatory.