This is a different kind of poem. It is about nothing. I hope that you enjoy this one, too.
April PAD Challenge Day 5 from Robert Brewer's blog on writing a plus poem. Dedicated to my Husband Troy.
Ruth had the choice to stay in Moab or go on to Bethlehem with Naomi. She made the decision to go with her mother-in-law.
A poem about lost innocence that was never really lost.
In the aftermath of Brittany’s ordeal, she tries to put the past behind her.
April Poem A Day Challenge Day 21 Under the Microscope Poem. Where in this case one can feel they are seen under a microscope.
1. I do not have a life. 2. I am an addict. 3. I use Facebook. The golden rule of Facebook dictates that according to any living being, all three statements turn out to be either true or false. Sorry for pointing out the obvious, but read on. Learn these lessons, and your perspective...
I am not always on line. Ive been sick since the last week in august.. they are saying COPD but i dont believe it..I have never smoked. Im trying to spend as much time as I can here.. I love hanging our with you nuts.. :) shallimarRose This is just a short poem that came to me so ...
I wrote this poem in 1998. Here I am trying to say that there is actually nothing in the Heart of Matter as we can see in the atomic structure of the Elements. When you go on dividing the subatomic particles we can reach to 'Nothing' finally. Similarly there is Life in Death and v...
Everybody who is a nobody wants to be somebody and get somewhere.There is no point on going on the road to nowhere. He must do something to get somewhere.
Whether you have something or whether you have nothing you can smile and brighten up someones life...
When I finally realize that nothing is everything, and everything is nothing
This poem (Where Does Nothing Go) is all about fear.
I was seized by a sudden flood of concepts and had to grab the nearest bit of scrap paper. The notes grew of their own accord into a rather interesting structure. It's lovely when months of writer's block are interspersed with occasional surges of inspiration. :) A bit of almost-Evane...
Lost in the search for who you are looking for on a wednesday of any month, I will discuss my way and it is beautiful
A short poem on the nothingness we are and we think we are. When the world seems bleak and all our achievements nothing but Fools Gold.
Thought + emotion = poem. Maybe later I'll regret having written this. Who knows what the future will hold. All I know is that anger is what I feel, right now. Thanks go to Alice Cooper, Marilyn Manson and Three Days Grace, for unknowingly lending me their lyrics for contortion.