Tags INSPIRATION
To Grab Hold of YesterdaysA Poem by Christina May ShanabergOne of Mom's favorites, which was buried with my Dad!! |
UnbeautifulA Poem by Lydia JamisonWe are all beautiful in our unbeautiful ways |
InspirationA Poem by KristenGive me back my inspiration. |
A Sight Well SeenA Poem by AlyshaThoughts of my favorite animal and my imagination ran wild that day. |
SpeechlessA Story by DeeganOne of my friends asks for bedtime stories... I'll put a few on here. This is one of many. |
A Dreamer's JourneyA Poem by Iris JayneSomething i came up with while thinking about the next school year. |
Moon's GlowA Poem by Marie HarrisonAn inspirational haiku. |
The DEATH took away an iron man after 80hours lyin..A Story by Kazeronnie MakThe story is telling us about a simple man, how much he persevered with his passion for life. |
InspirationA Poem by MiddlingAn experimental poenm :) |
So, you are very wealthyA Story by Kazeronnie MakWe came with empty hands, we leave with empty hands. Even though we have owned a kingdom of wealthy, nothing we can take with us when the time comes.. |
ArtoriA Poem by Mindona Kanvasthis is an older poem of mine inspired by the characters in the book Chinese Takeout. the title of this poem derive from the two characters named Or a.. |
The GuardianA Poem by InertiaIt can come from a song, from a poem, from a few words from a loved one or a complete stranger. And it can remind you why you are, that you do have a.. |
What an AgeA Poem by Adam M. SnowWhat an age, to be young and full of life, to live free with love and no strife. To dream a land of pure imagination, soaring on the wings of inspirat.. |
“¿Por que?”A Poem by Melanie Jane Boicourt Sha..There are no small parts in the play of life, whether you carry a badge or a knife. You play your part with the things that you do. .. |
Beyond WonderlandA Poem by Adam M. SnowI've searched this morbid night, longing for this love's delight, behind this nameless emotion, in search for my soul's devotion. |
InkA Poem by Lydia JamisonInk.I love the way it glidesOn the page beneath my pen,The way it speaksWhen there's nothing elseThat you can say.Ink. It's always there for me,Waitin.. |