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In Na SceiriA Poem by jinjahmanI live near Na Sceiri or 'Skerries' in North Co. Dublin, Ireland |
AS IT WAS.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER SEASSIDE MEMORIES |
Solitary AnguishA Poem by Waqas Rabbania time comes when we all sit by the seaside to clear our head, these were my musings as as i sat at a seaside, and cleared my head of all my worries. |
More Than Meets The EyeA Book by AmandaKatrina has a semi-normal life. She goes to high school, has a best friend, and loves photography. But what happens when there is more than meets the .. |
EXCHANGE OF NICETIES.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND HIS GRAN AT THE SEASIDE IN THE 1950S. |
Periwinkle BluesA Story by misguidedpoetThis is the first part of the first chapter of a short story that I started yesterday. I have never written prose before but I thought that I would gi.. |
ONE LEG ANNE GOES FOR A SWIM.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL WITH ONE LEG GOES FOR A SWIM IN 1950S |
ONE LEGGED ANNE AND PAIN IN THE LEG NOT THERE.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND BOY IN A NURSING HOME IN THE 1950S AND HER PAIN IN A LEG LEG NOT THERE. |
Juliana at Ten, SeasideA Poem by VerserShe sails rock to rock on the unsteady wall,Barefoot and sure-winged like a butterfly.Her dark, careless hair wind-trails herIn the crimson light of t.. |
Hold a Mirror to my EyesA Poem by kera moondustabout my eyes essentially and how I see them. |
In A Hurry...Came SandyA Poem by Blake BrooksAs the title suggests, this is a poem I wrote about 2 days after hurricane Sandy..there is a lot of word play and hidden meanings writhing this piece... |
PaulyA Poem by organconcertA poem about a fox. |
SeasideA Poem by SPFSand and sunWaves and rocksWooden piers and wooden docksGentle pulls,And under towWaves rocking to and froSunbeams shining,Warm grains of sand,Many sh.. |
WITH HELEN AT THE FAIRGROUND.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AT THE FAIRGROUND IN 1950S. |
THE OLD MAN AND THE SEAA Poem by poetdougAny time is a good time to pause and reflect upon where we've been, where we are, and where we are going. |
ONE LEGGED ANNE AND HORMONES.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND A ONE LEGGED GIRL IN A NURSING HOME IN 1950S |