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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking in the mirror: 1 of 188

*cracks in the mirror* The cobweb strands that dangle from my fingers, Brush gingerly against the troubled stone, The masterpiece that now just hangs in ribbons, Just shards of pictures, forgotten, on their own. The broken glass stands undignified before me. With patterns that would do a labyrinth proud, As i look now into m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 4 of 383

Little Person Did your hear the whisper echo deep inside my brain, Did you hear the footsteps follow me? There they are again... Have you noticed something strange about the way I act? Have you noticed something different, rather odd in fact? Have you felt the fear that I am feeling every day? Have you seen the way I found i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Despair: 3 of 241

I don't know where I'm going I do not know the way, I've lost all sense of purpose... It's not alright, I'm not ok, I feel so lost and empty, Does no-one I know care? My cries for help just echo, echo.... Is anybody there? It's like I'm trapped inside a box, Without a lock or key, There's no way to get in or out, And no-one ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 65 of 440

Today, I'm having an off day, And everything's gone wrong, My mum managed to humiliate me, By bursting into song, My dog has taken my slippers, And ripped them up to shreds, And worst of all my goldfish died, My cat ripped off its head! Today, I'm having an off day, I can't think what to do, My little brother's gone insane, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A spring storm: 3 of 14

Song of the Storm Wild white horses charge, rampaging, Can you feel the anger in their throaty roar That ear-splitting sound that pummels you to the floor, They swallow up the rocks, and are sent by the wind god To eat at the edges of the land. The gales are fighting the trees, and shedding the leaves, ripping off branches w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The beast: 8 of 19

The Beast (A Triolet) His red eyes pierced my aching heart His appearance warped my mind His venom tore my world apart His red eyes pierced my aching heart He dumped me on the body cart And left my shattered soul behind His red eyes pierced my aching heart His appearance warped my mind
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poison darts: 3 of 7

Poisoned. spit runs from the corner of my mouth and f a l l s splat onto the table cloth. Everything around me glows, and shows bright, In my hazy mist of pain. Betrayed, by those who knew me betraying many finally met by my nemesis at last I am lost to all those I knew. A solitary tear flows d o w n my cheek unrestricted ea...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feelings: 377 of 747

Why is it, when you need someone the most, They are never there? Why is it, when you need help, No-one cares? Why is it, when you want love, The world turns a blind eye? Why is it, when you should be happy, You always cry? Why is it, when you ought to relax, The bad things happen? Why is it, when life looks a bit better, You...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I want you: 7 of 12

Just one look at you And I melt, I want to hold you in my arms forever. When I see your tears, My heart breaks, and I Want to know what it is I have done wrong, What can I do To make it all better? I freeze, Because I do not ever want to say the wrong thing, And ruin the precious jewel that we share. Our hearts beat as one, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 460 of 630

For the first time, Ever, I have realised I am walking alone, No-one by my side, No-one holding my hand, No guidance. I feel lost in a world of Disrespect, In a world of hatred and no Sympathy, And I realise that no-one cares for me. I am like a needle in a haystack, That's been there for years, Undiscovered, Unwanted. You s...