writerwithacause

I don't have many suggestions when it comes to your poem, but I think you should separate this into three stanzas. Here is how I'd personally do it: Life is ...

You made me feel I was the only one , You were my prince, to you I' run . I felt so safe when you were there . Truth is ...

A heart, a soul, from somewhere near ... I wish for what I cannot hear . I bear the thought that's deep inside That sometimes one can never hide. This ...

You can try to break me, Point out all my flaws And try to tell me That I'm not strong enough to fight. You can try to break me , ...

Freedom is a golden falcon, soaring in the clear blue sky, pushing itself higher and higher, until the falcon and earth have no tie. Freedom is a onyx stallion, tearing ...

My mother always said ‘No rest for the wicked’, pertaining to having to make sure a five-year-old, hyper-active, troublemaker Diana Justice never got hurt too badly. She still says it ...

This was such a great idea: combining more haiku's into one single poem. Wonderful! I just have to say, I enjoyed reading this so much. No mistakes to point out, ...

Have you ever heard an angel 's cry, --either "an angel's cry, or "an angel crying" while it sang its mournful tune? It shatters more than glass and stone, but ...

Stumbling into the cold bathroom, ("Stumble" would rather be an imperative, if accompanied by no pronoun) distressed; tired from today. My reflection stares down into me. Fierce. Hard eyes give ...

Pieces of my soul, scatter e d to point the way. Parts of me, my life, freshly hung each day. Myself, bared to the world, with everything to show and ...

Hey there, Snionk! I like this. I admit I haven't read it entirely, I will add it to my reading list... but I enjoyed it up till now. You write ...

The air always held a gray ambience. A rusty scent lingered on every corner and through every street. The sky affected the people. Sons were drafted and taken from families, ...

There’s nothing more relaxing Than laying on the almost-green grass , Watching flowers bloom Under an early-spring sun . Little tulip buds sway In the cool breeze . They're about ...

Out of the corner of my eye, I see you. In the depths of my heart, I need you. Off the tip of my tongue, I don't know what to ...

Being also a visual artist, I admit *feels guilty* that I've bought books for their covers. This will not happen to me anymore, though. I've learnt from my mistakes. Now ...