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I'm having second thoughts about this poem, it was kind of a last minute thing. It's a bit odd, but then again I was told poems don't have to make ...

Well, I haven't posted anything in ages but just had to write this for school, so I figured I'd share it. Probably the first and last poetry you guys will ...

All right, all. This poem is based on the song, "Closer," by the Corrs. Hope you all like it! Warmth beneath the ice, A smile under the frown. Hidden signs ...

Plumbers, monkeys, yellow dots with mouths Frogs who brave the highways and rivers Elves who throw swords and collect pieces of triangles Invaders from space and the madness of marbles ...

The butterflies fly around her As she sits in pure silence She pulls out her daddy's knife To slit her wrists As the butterflies faid away There's a knock at ...

CONTINUE FROM DOOR TO HEAVEN: The killer looked in awe, The lad had a pair of white wings, Those things shone like the sun itself, The man saw he had ...

Continue for the escape read the previous "chapter" of this poem: As he huffed far away, From his bill, on the head man's hill, He stretched his limbs, and looked ...

This is for Kylan's Spark! contest. - Who is that man on the cross? What has he done to you? Why does he hang so silently? When will this all ...

Air Heavy Breaths of Purified air Dessert Weight Wait Are you hungry No; Want for the Sweet Want for the unneeded Want for what shouldn’t be had Want for the ...

This is continue for head man's hill He shacked out of the guards grips. He ran around then waved goodbye, He ran, he ran and oh he ran some more, ...

Author's Note: Yeah, I had this random idea at the bus stop. I saw some ants crawling around and was amused by their patterns of walking. Then I found an ...

Took a step, closer to headman's hill, If he would have had the will, Surely he would have not had to kill. The man who was not even bad. But ...

Is it ice? Is it fire? Is it wind or is it rain? The questions persist while it gains, Unable to prevent, only to protect from it The storm blows ...

PLEASE read and review, tell me how I could improve it, kthx? She always was like a God to me. Running her own little world. With her own sense of ...

Down in the valley In a small, quiet town The wind rolls lazy Through broken windchimes The shops and the stores Are open but empty And a few people walk ...