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I was reading old irish prayers and curses when I was inspired to write this piece. It also reminds me of a small bog road I enjoy walking down with m..
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Her eyes were raw redAs she walked towards the door,Nothing was saidAs blood trickled down her face...She bled.No one turned to stareAt the poor defen..
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I'm lying here in bed nowWondering about things important to me,So I'm here thinking,My family, friends butWhat else.I try to put into words What I wa..
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I sit quietly, waiting for-A cup of hot chocolate Keeps my hands warm,I wonder if he will show,Thinking makes me wonder-The smell fills my nostrils wi..
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I wrote this poem the day after I got my junior cert results back.
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The mist shimmered over the long blades of grass. The tall dark trees had become a crystal glow and leaves floated around them. The sun's golden rays ..
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I wrote when I was trying to describe myself :)
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I
am the black of blight on potatoes,
I
am the cold rain flooding the pastures,
I
am the hot sun causing drought and pain,
I
am the r..
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This was a school thing I had to do but let me know what you think.
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When I opened my eyes, the bright sun blinded me. I
turned away and felt sand and then ripples of water at my toes. Where was I? I
stood up to look ..
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