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By Liam Cooper
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
summEry...'nuff said :)
Been getting more and more interested in haiku and senryu so I thought I'd give them a shot. Just a few of my own written below, would LOVE to hear your thoughts and constructive critique, if any :)
By Sad Little Turtle
A young woman reflects on her childhood in the country.
An Elizabethan sonnet whose title literally translates as 'The Beauty of Love'. If anyone is a fluent French-speaker and I've made an embarrassing translation error, please contact me immediately. Otherwise, enjoy.
By Liam Cooper
End of summer vignette
Poetry | Updated Aug 14, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The feel of the summer wind on your face.
Poetry | Updated Aug 13, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I thought he was the one that I wanted to be with. I mean, we're only teenagers, but a teenager can dream, right?
Short Story | Updated Aug 9, 2013 | Reads: 51 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
First day of summer has always been a wonderful time for me given my northern location.
I meant this to be a view of an ideal coupled with creeping age which always tends to make things darker.
Stay young; it's more fun
Poetry | Updated Aug 8, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Meet Lilliana, she's 17, still heartbroken and can't help but have a grudge against all men. She's built her walls so high after her ex boyfriend cheated on her. So what happens when her parents ship her off to California to live with her aunt? Will her bad boy neighbor be able to break down her...
This is a poem I wrote about the many blessings the sun gives us in the summer and the meaning it has in each of our lives. I hope you enjoy!
By Silver 84
A poem I wrote for On The Spot's contest! This one's pretty personal, because I really want to live back in the 50's. It was such a happy time. Actually, to be more specific, I wish I was an immortal Time Lord, had a tardis so I could go back to 1880 and live through it all, steam engines, hit...
Ella Smalls lived on a high mannered beach in Maine with her wicked stepdad, Dave, her vulnerable mother, Maureen, and her down to earth sister Kate. She loved partying and staying out late when she didn't have to bartend illegally on her stepdads boat. But her life started getting thrown around...
By Ac Anderson
A typical day on any beach surrounding Lake Winnipesaukee, located in central New Hampshire.
There was a boy. Im a girl. I loved him. I got hurt.Now theres nobody but i miss the way it felt to love. Just a poem i quickly came up with.