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a poem of love,heartbreak and the need for answers
Poetry | Updated Feb 11, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
The rainclouds they go, do they not?
And they always seem to come back too.
If you're wondering where the title comes from, think 50 years ago in the football scene.
"Don't close your eyes, don't close your heart..."
Poetry | Updated Feb 8, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Gendral Sulamani
Beneath the stars, a war rages on...
Beneath the Stars is a story of Romeo and Juliet in action form. The first chapters start slow, with little action, but blood and brother angainst brother awaits the continuing chapters. James Diven, an MI6 agent, has become entangled in a moral and physical...
A poem about the modern state of the world and how amongst all the horror and carnage the sound of one person crying for the loss of a loved one can be lost.
No matter how many people are killed or wounded in a conflict each one has a person who sits and cries for them.
Like ripples on a lake...
Miscarriage is so common among women, yet it's so heartbreaking. I have had 4 miscarriages in between of having my two beautiful children. I have mourned these other 4 unborn babies for a long time, and a part of me will never be whole again.
The day Sarah Lovejoy was born was the day everything would change. She would leave loved ones with broken hearts, without even getting the chance to say good-bye.
July tenth 1995 a blonde haired blue eyed daughter was born Sarah Lovejoy was born exactly five minutes before her...
a poem about losing someone very special
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
This is about the despair of some African people.
One night when my mum and I stayed talking, laughing and crying until three in the morning. A sentiment for my best friend.
By James Gagiikwe
working with temporary asylum seekers.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I wrote this awhile back in a notebook, full of other stuff. This is for my friend, Chris Marion who died last year. I miss him, but he'll never be forgotten.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
its bout not being able to pick ur self up. it is hard sumtimes.