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By J E Hunter
To those who know what being mind-crushingly awkward is like: we have an alternate voice and through it, our mind lets us sing.
By Mr Watson
adding audio to my poems
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
I was thinking about an ex
Poem comparing or contrasting 4 girls' most sought-after guy or 'idol'. Evaluates reasons for each girls feelings about 'her guy'. Last girl throws a wrench into the works when she indicates her 'idol' is none other than the Lord and further explains her dedication to Him and how He has changed...
By Aurelia Lee Shae
A poem I made years ago during a time when I was extremely shy and quiet. I held a lot of emotions and feelings inside, never expressing how I felt or what I was thinking for a long time. The idea is that my mouth had been sewn up with strings, because it was honestly how I'd perceived my...
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Listening to God's voice in the World around.
The whole poem is complete nonsense, it just rhymes, and within the poem itself it states its purpose...Here's my defense: ...
taken from my book,
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jessicarose L L
This was a project for school where we had a lot of freedom. The only instructions were, "Create an alien." We were told to give a short background story of the creature, and describe how it looks. Emphasis on the voice. As you can see, not a lot of direction. I took an untraditional route and...
I've been reading stories for Librivox which is something i always wanted to do since listening to audio books on my way to work years ago.
This gave the idea for the voice. Some of the stories I listened too were made whole by the readers who kept me involved with the story.
One of those...
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A conversation between two people about a very serious problem.
By Juli Monat
She was so desperate; waiting for that strange
By Juli Monat
What can I say, we all have to go.
By Bella Dicaprio
My eyes become seashells. My hair becomes kelp. My body dissolves into damp sand as I throw myself into the ocean. I am at one with the calm beneath the cerulean depths. My eyes are open; I can see everything clearly. There is no air but my lungs feel satisfied. I am peaceful. All is serenely still.
By Zoha Seddighi
This poem describes the suppression of women and their desire for freedom.