Rodhead

Okay, I wrote this poem a month ago. I personally think that it is rubbish, but I decided that I will post it anyway and see what kind of response ...

I can't think of a name for this poem so if you have any suggestions I would be more than happy to hear them. Were you ever afraid of letting ...

Nothing compares to you, At dawn there shall be dewupon the grass, I shall reach for my magnifying glass.That little speck of water will not way will it ever be ...

I wrote this at age of 11. I like icecreams, Icecreams like me. It's a natural habit, Like sugar with tea. Like a hurl without a sliothar, Would be stranded. ...

I need help, it's just an idea. Really i had intended the poem only to have the first verse, but it seemed a bit bare. But i definitely think it ...

In the barn she lay, Gazing at the hay. In the field she stood, Staring at the mud. Staring at the mud. Blankness filling her mind, As she silently drifts ...

A cupboard in a workhouse,or so they say.Five others of "her kind"stumbled upon her today.a noose to hold her tighta leap through the air. . .Another soul departsshe landed on ...