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This is a poem I made after the death of my brother
When life is to touch the sky, then maybe somewhere else get the idea.You must have seen many times this happens frequently occurred.
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I don’t know really this just all popped up in my head on like what I feel like my heart could be telling me and how my brain responses LOL
Some times you feel alone; you want somebody to share your opinion. This poem explain's the feeling of alone women.
I miss feeling in love again...but most of all I miss being loved back..............
From Robert Brewer's Wednesday Prompt challenge to write a late poem. Dedicated to my old best friend Adam.
I wrote this poem for my brother who was tragically deceased on 28 Feb 2013. I felt a need to make it public as a remembrance to him and a way in which to honour him as he was dearly loved and will be greatly missed.
November PAD Challenge Day 13- write a letter as a poem. Dedicated to Adam
I want to dig the mound And remove any grief nameplate Let the breath hold about you Dark poems cradled me
Remembering my old best friend. Been thinking about this person a bit and been having a few hard moments due to the loss of friendship.
A personal account of my frustratingly close encounter with artist Kit Williams's golden hare, together with the story of its unearthing and his subsequent activities.
When your loved ones left you, what are the thoughts that run through your mind?
Please don't misunderstand.. I love you.. I still love.. I miss you.. I still miss.. I love you more and more each day.. I miss you even more than you can ever imagine.. So, I just.. Lay my back on the wall of your house.. Keep waiting and looking at the empty street.. Keep waiting ...
Solitude creeps in unspoken and it has its own charm!
Life is all about your old self mixed with new changes. Everybody complains of being left out and not being cared about. If you love someone, its not enough and if you don't love you're not fit for the gamble. Either ways, we control our lives. The article is subjected to those who ex...
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...
Then, I fold the paper in two... Put it in a pink envelope.. And keep it in my drawer...
I've found that It’s true that we never appreciate what we’ve got until it’s gone.
More snippets. More bits and pieces. An impulsive triplet-couplet, a simple yet cryptic societal comment, an emotion-explosion and a disgruntled hypothetical tale.
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