GingerLizzy

I sat quietly Hands in my lap, clasped. Tighter than Mummy's lips were pursed, Tick...Tick...Tick... We didn't talk, Or even look at each other. Just stared, at him, like an ...

Okay, so I'm not so good at the whole poetry scene and most of my attempts are simple and only short. I'm not the kind of person who sits with ...

"Blob. Blob. Blob." That's all it does. "Blob. Blob. Blob" A heavy sigh escaped my lips and made a small patch of mist cloud over the glass, as I sat ...

In this series; Change of place Settling In Friends or Foes? Check them out if you like this =] ---------------------------------------------------- I hate it here. I hate it. Why did we ...

It bubbled and stewed, Like the slop that they served for lunch. It writhed and squirmed, Like a worm worm in two halves. It shouted and screamed, Like a child ...

They shred and tear, At the hearts of the illiterate. Breath stinking, Eyes shining. Pointed teeth gleaming. They tarnish and feather, The reputation of the fool. Fangs bared, Claws ready. ...

Okay, so before you read my poem this is just a note from me... Lizzy. The poem that you are about to read contains a few lines which are not ...

Swirling colours, Chanting children, Springing up and down. Lifted up, Into the air, Spinning round and round. Count the times, Little feet stomp, Listen to the thump. Watch the rope, ...

Okay, this is pretty simple stuff, something little kids might read maybe... But I hope you'll like it... =] ------------------------------------------------------------------- Counting numbers, Close

Okay, so I have no problems with ginger people, or being ginger for that matter, but it gets boring after a while when people keep reminding you of the fact. ...

As the weeks passed, I'd like to say that me and him - Scott - talked, but we didn't. Until... that fateful day when the science teacher decided we should ...

In this series; 1 - Change of place 2 -Settling in ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, so I've been here in New York for two weeks now and I'm hap

I'm waiting. Patience is a virtue, He told me. I'm hoping. Wondering if I'll survive, All alone. I'm praying. That he'll come back, One day. I'm wishing. Everything will turn ...

Hmm.. I'm not too sure about this one myself. But I thought I may as well give it a go. Go easy on me people ^^ Lizzy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rus

I just typed this in my lesson of ICT and the title is based on the comedy series called "The IT crowd". It's not good.. So be kind people. =] ...

Just to let you know.. and this has nothing to do with the poem below, I have posted the third part of the Change of Placr series. "Friends and Foes".. ...

His writing is crisp, Sharp upon the page, As it etches those lines in my heart, Causing pain. Compliments and love, Sprawled out in italics, Words of adoration and complication, ...

I stood before the jury, awaiting the thud of the heavy wooden hammer to hit the table. If only it was that simple, these guys liked torture, although anything could ...

I stumbled slightly and fell to my knees, growling back at the weight of the battered suitcase, which weighed more than the Earth itself it seemed. The rain whipped around ...

I stood beneath the shower head and let the hot water wash away the stresses of the past two hours, condensing it into a steam that slowly rose, uplifting my ...

She sits, at the edge of his bed, Watching him sleep, like a baby. Strokes his soft, angelic cheek, With a thin and shaky finger. She prays, that his chest ...

A bit different from what I'd usually write, and I thought of it while lying in bed - so it might even seem groggy! ^^ --------------------- I'm scared of the ...

He looked across the table, With confusion and with woe. His blue eyes dull like iron, Like the sun they once did glow. I told him that I worried, Let ...

I stood beneath the large and twisted oak tree, that shadowed the doorway of Adel's tucked away haven, watching the house from afar, afraid that if I got any closer ...

Now, I'm currently studying this is my English Literature class for my GCSE, along with Of Mice and Men, which we haven't started yet. I'm enjoying every second of it ...

Just something silly, that I admit I didn't take seriously. I don't like writing poems that don't rhyme. Hehe ^^ Be nice. GingerLove ------ Lost remnants lay about the ground, ...

Thought I'd try something different for a change. It still rhymes though. Heh GingerLove ---- Fingers sticky, Sickly sweet. Thick and gloopy, Bad for teeth. Good on pankcakes, Puds and ...

The breeze is a soft whisper, Amongst the clouds. It reminds me of your voice; My sweet lullaby, When troubled sleep takes over. Caress the bowing trees, With Mother Nature's ...

My mother marched back to the house with me in her arms and a firm grasp on Adel's wrist. He stumbled along behind her, trying to keep up with the ...

Something a little different, pretty major. ------ Trophy wives on towering pedestals, On show for the pigs of humanity. Flaunt your fame and wealth; Or even your supposed sex appeal. ...

I didn't love you, Not yesterday, or last week. You didn't touch my heart, Or make me weak at the knees. I wouldn't kiss you, Because your lips are venomous. ...

His voice is sweet like honey, Smooth and delicious. The beat of his heart; Creating the tempo for my fortress. "Do I make you feel safe?" "You make me feel ...

I snapped back to reality and realised that it was steadily beginning to rain, the glistening drops of water settling on the blades of grass and making them bow to ...

You lift the gleaming dagger, Blinding my senses; Filling me with a growing insecurity. The whispers begin like the breeze, Spreading like wildfire; Destroying my life and reputation. A word ...

I enjoyed writing this, but I think there's something wrong with the flow and such. Any ideas to help improve would be appreciated a lot. Thanks =] ----- I don't ...

I'd stand in the downpour, Until twilight if you asked. Heavy drops of inky-coloured rain, Soaking me to the skin; I should've worn a coat. You'll be late, as usual, ...

I've been leader of the Coven for a week now and I'm silently cursing my mother more and more with each day that passes. How could she leave so abruptly? ...

Passion is just a dream away, I wake and stir, though the light, Hurts my eyes; blinds my senses. We gallivant amongst the sheets, A lovers daydream; twilight or noon. ...

Synopsis:"There isn't really a gay scene or a straight scene in our town. They all just got mixed up a while back, which I think is for the best... And ...

A gentle whisper, Could shatter this cold And frozen heart; My tears create the blizzard, But you are my shield. You melt me away.

The flickers would sing, Make the harsh words dance; To their murderous song, Swallow their pride; Excrete deadly sin. This is the dawning of man.

I don't know what this is if I'm honest. I sat and thought - it's time to write something, but I didn't have a clue what I was writing. Tear ...

Cranberry splashes, Glittering golds and browns; Looming like the darkness, Over hill, or tree - Knoll and lane. Shadows bowing, Stretching and winding Like that road we walked; Memory lane? ...

This thread can be used for members to reccommend authors and poets to others on the site. So, if you think that a piece of poetry or a novel or ...

Whispers proclaim The lasting sound, Of treetops swaying Like the ground, Beneath my feet That try to move, Much faster than The beating of, My cold and icy Heart.

In this collection, there are seven books, all revolving around women in the 'Otherworld'. A collection of gifted people, such as werewolves, vampires, witches and necromancers all live in amongst ...

I know what it's like, to be a teenager, my love. I've been there too; I'm not that old. I was caught for firsts, which were soon, my lasts. Been ...

Day One; The Loner and The Bully “Got your books?” “Yes.” “How about your lunch?” “Yes, now can I please go?” Dana straightened up and hastily righted a curl in ...

Just something a little different that I thought of in the spur of the moment. Suggestions are, of course, welcome so keep 'em coming. See if you can guess what ...

This is way off my usual scheme of things and I feel totally wrong posting it, but I wrote it on the spur of the moment and thought I could ...

Note: This came from my English portfolio, on a question for the creative writing section. I received a grade C for it, which isn't half bad, I suppose. --- Suddenly, ...

Something a little quirky. From a male point of view too. Oh my. Completely different to my usual stuff. Keep comments coming. It's been a year and time has come, ...

Here you are again, by my side Far in the distance, like a dancing shadow, That teases my eyes into following The rhythm; your rhythm. You don’t breathe on my ...