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So I'm taking a creative writing class in school and this is one of the poems I wrote for an assignment (it was required to be an anaphora poem, so the repetition was, of course, necessary). Although a lot of school writing is generally fake or bs'd, I actually liked this one.
By Libbyanne Jennings
That feeling in your veins.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Fairbanks Port
Patience in loves that come and go...
By Cassidy Small
I wrote this when I was experiencing an unfortunate day but was reminded in my devotions that I can dance through the rain.
How will this world end? I guess it really doesn't matter.
Audrey Wilder is 18 when she first moves to a mountain town called Wyer Peak. Having just finished school and having moved to go to a prestigious university, she lives in a beautiful, old but neat house, bought for her by her parents, on the side of the mountain, Wyer Peak. At about a 10-minute...
I was thinking about an ex
By Little Blue Bird
A poem of gaining strength.
Carl thought he lived a normal life. He had nice neighbors, a nice house, good friends. But something just isn't right. Carl seems to have found a sign that could mean the end of the world... What will happen? Will he have to survive?
Read "Expiration Date" to find out.
By Your Little Nightmare
No summary-this is for a contest,I know.Not the best winter poem in the world but it speeks to me like my poems should. Hope you like it!
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
A short vignette of my imagination's conjuring of life in the trenches of the Western Front.
Short Story | Updated Oct 2, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Anne Miller
The title. Read. The title.
Poetry | Updated Sep 2, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Liam Strong
The full meaning I wished to make of this work were the toils and hardships of human life, however little I actually mentioned them. The idea came from some songs I heard by a band that I love. I don't like the title I have though, I need a new one.
By J Christopher Bartley
A poem about how someone can make the storms of life tolerable.
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0