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Faraway FootstepsA Poem by Odin RoarkSometimes our most recent lessons reach back the furthest. |
Poem Battle #11A Poem by Zvs.Kwhat we learn from literature |
The NursesA Story by Pressed and PrimA dying man remembers all the nurses he has encountered during the end of his life, while reflecting on how he has lead it. |
A life in 91 wordsA Story by Melissa HooverMake it quick and learn to live without regrets. |
The Years BehindA Poem by Rita L. SevWhat I've learned so far |
WindingA Poem by Lauren N. RodriguezPensive pleasureIrresistible ironyProvocative precautions Melodramatic miseryDecadent desireIrrational realitiesThe stages of lifeBefore fatalityAnd m.. |
In My LifeA Poem by Ashanty PazLife Lessons |
TraumaA Poem by signed foreverI learned this word from the study of the milk white eye, the jagged curve of the fractured wing. The understanding no, no, the meaning within .. |
Orange BagA Poem by wwwCurves that life throw arethe same curves that allowed your back to arch, During long, hot nights, begging for more. You were on all fours, But.. |
Spelling ErrorsA Story by AislinnThere are just some things that you can't do when your mind is otherwise occupied. |
She's goneA Poem by JessenigmaShe wants to recover, but the anorexia has ravaged her soul |
Amongst The SmunkdalionsA Poem by Jason KatzDeep in the forestdom of Shadow Wood, ‘ere the air is warm, and thick as a blanketA hobbled old man by the name of Wayward,Exists amongst the th.. |
she is my motherA Poem by Prritiyoriginally written in my language Hindi (http://prritiy.blogspot.in/2011/01/blog-post.html), but i believe the essence is there. |
{ a lesson on boys in grade school }A Poem by Rowe Boat{ a lesson on boys in grade school }1. Crushes don’t involve the violent use of rocks or heavy objects such as chairs2. Don&rsquo.. |
Learning to Fly From FallingA Poem by Eileen MarieP { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } Whether WhitherSplit or SplatterI mount and climb up This endless ladderTowards untold mysteries That one day will.. |
42A Poem by Tracey GouldThe first poem in a collection I am writing about my Mom, who passed at the tender age of 42 -- when I was 21. |
20A Poem by Tracey GouldThis is the second poem in a collection I am writing about my Mom, who passed at the tender age of 42 -- when I was 21. |
See, Ey, Tea: CatA Story by YouoweYoupayI was not afraid, because friends should trust one another. |