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Pingu did the needed verse. So, this is too bland, and too telly. It's like you're writing a script. Personally it seems that you didn't proof read. "Lauren, you've got ...

Sitting in a sea full of people All around Yet I’m still alone Sitting in a sea full of people They are talking Not to me Sitting in a sea ...

Not just a secret, this was bigger Blocked out for so long Denying its existence I lied for months To everyone, but most of all Myself. I just wouldn’t believe ...

Wild and free, like a bird of the tree. Like a wild young horse, dancing ‘cross the fields. Like a breath of wind, dancing ‘cross the sky. Like a bright ...

Here's a little dose of my NaPoWriMo work, one of the few things I've written so far that's worth anything. Enjoy! Is this all that I can do? To sit ...

**This is a short poem that I wrote for a friend of mine. Please tell me what you think of it. My feelings for you have gone, Banished forever as ...

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 ...

This is my first poem, and I wrote it really quickly, and spontaneously, but if I hadn't I don't think I would have got the same feeling across, but I ...

This is the first poem I've ever written. The poem that made me realize that I like writing. Written when I was in 5th grade(I'm incoming 7th now) for Reading ...

F riendship is precious, once in a lifetime, R arer than rare, gained only by time I mmortal, lasts forever E ven through time, it cannot sever N ever perfect, ...

Imagine you and I go back in time to see life through a child’s eye, Climb onto a little blue kite and sail into the big blue sky, Gaze down ...

Love wasn't abolished. It was bloody made in sheer fantasies of bloody unions. Love wasn't reaped. It was bloody forever sown to dwell in the abyss of Damnation. Love wasn't ...

Again, something from awhile ago that I took another look at. Fortune: Halt for love, But stop for fear; Never will you Find hope here! Love to live But hope ...

[pre]I crept to the room slowly, a hesitant shadow, his arms outstretched, beckoning, a bloody indication, silent save the occasional gulp, eyes wide with shock. I moved toward him calmly, ...

Alright, I'll admit it - I am simply horrible at poetry. But every once in a while I get the strangest urge. Why the urge wants me to do poetry, ...