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Hey guyz...This is my first poem for this forum. I really would like some pointers...Thx, Nicole Death Death is an angel, Carrying souls above The world as we know it ...

This is my second poem out of a book that I formed. I would appreciate some tips! Nikki Grief I weep as I hear That a friend has begun her ...

This is a bit of a different type of poem that I wrote. LMK if you like it. Forest Mornings In the quiet, early hours of the day Dark begins ...

Yet another poem... Lies are like darkness, Enveloping us from the light, Hiding honest truths, From the most truthful and good person. A lie is like a knife, Used to ...

Thought that I would group a bunch of poems together:) The Fury of the Storm The storm clamored And as if in a flying rage, Roared through the quiet Bitter ...

Laughter Laughter is a gift, Golden and good. It is something to be cherished, Forever and always. Laughter is the light that carries us Away from all sorrow.

A storm is a powerful beast, Creating havoc and destroying All that lies in its path. But it creates a sense of wonder. Lightening touching down before your eyes, Just ...

Greed is a goblin, That washes over us, Leading us away from honesty And hard work And into cheating and caring Only for ourselves. Greed's clutches snatch At even the ...

I woke up with a start and looked around. Shaking my head, I laughed at how paranoid I was getting. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. As I ...

Broken Souls Broken Souls She floats from place to place, Living on the streets With no purpose left in life She is to be remembered by none And although she ...

Random name... I had to do this for school, really is not my best, just okay. I thought it lacked depth and all that great stuff..lol.. THis was my first ...

I suppose this applys more to Americans, but I would appreciate any opinions [pre]The war in Iraq is on many minds, some more than others. Many husbands were sent away ...

It was interesting... *turns laptop upside down* nope that didnt a bit confused, but it kept me needs more...gret writing ...

This is a freewrite I did and I absolutely hate it, so go ahead, tear it apart.... It has no editing, completely raw and untouched. i dont understand this why ...

I wrote this as a Christmjas present for my mother. It iis printed on clear glass with a picture of me. A mother is someone to lean on. A mother ...