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Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 Everybody goes through heartbreaks. But it takes a wonderful guy to heal a broken heart. Don't give up on what you love it will always be worth it in the end.
I sometimes pull all-nighters, and when the sun rises, I like to sit in my window and watch it. So I wrote a poem about the sunrise and the dawn chorus. Enjoy!
This poem is based on a homeless man.
Every once in a while, I get this overwhelming feeling to find some secluded place to be with myself and think, write, and admire nature.
By Taco Dan
Another poem about the comfort of light!
The Requiem of Love is a poem about a young woman whom is filled with intense love for the man that she is watching from a distance. The sonnet is thus based upon the womanâ€™s feelings, that cannot find tenderness within her loverâ€™s heart...
By Amelia Laoche
First submission, so any comments are welcome. Basically the first part of a story I've wanted to write for a long time. It involves the journey of Lyle and a yet nameless girl, and their attempt to find the source of the misfortune and monsters that have been plaguing the kingdom they live in.
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.
A personal view of peace.
By Zack Eden Schneider
I hope this special song of mine is able to remind the people who read it of those special feelings.
A small poem I wrote at sunset today..
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
DEATH AND HIS FRIENDS
IS A PEOM ABOUT SOMEONE WHO HAS LOST SOMEONE CLOSE TO THEM, BUT FEAR NOT! THE SUN HELPS THEM COME OUT OF THERE DEPRESSION AND INTO THE LIGHT!
Probably my favourite of all my poems. I love fantasy, and the theme of this poem is very imaginative. The things our minds are capable of, huh?
By Diana Christina
Our detritus is our design.