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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 13 of 431
Tell me why I don't know if I understand Upside down Turned around Where will I land? Say it again So I will know what it means To be dropped on your ass Like an old sack of beans Look me in the eyes While you spit out the lies Lies that you told about me Look at me; just tell me why Why can't I get it straight? You lured me... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Assessing your life: 1 of 27
Every morning I get up and go through my routine. My routine is probably no different than most women's, consisting of mostly mundane household tasks that need to get done before they "really" begin their day. In the time immediately following the front door closure of those who go out into the real world and to their legiti... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Presidential Elections 2008 Will Americans vote for a black man or white woman?: 7 of 77
Are we truly on the cusp of history or is all of this just a big show? What does all of this chatter of a woman or an African American possibly gaining access to the big "White" house really mean? Are we supposed to believe that we have actually made it this far, and have come to terms with gender equality as well as racial ... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Leaders (Other) Top ten presidents in American history: 4 of 19
Coming out from behind the "Bush" Presidential! The word itself is a word that should send shivers up the spine. I reflect back to my antiquated history books in High School where portraits of past Presidents leapt from the thick glossy pages. I remember thinking; some of these guys looked really uptight. I was a teenager th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 162 of 719
Write me a story he says... Make it mine he says... Should I tell him of the dreams I have? My dream which is wrapped up in dreams of him? Should I make his story a fantasy complete with happily ever after? Like a child asking for a bedtime story that never stops at just one. He asks me to write him a story. I could make it ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 129 of 568
He comes to me in darkened room When sleep does cover me His whispers float like feather down Soft,silver comfort sets me free His gaze is drawn to cheek, to brow His lips against my ear Pulling me from concrete slumber His heartbeat draws me near His hand so gentle, steady, light Trace the angle of my chin His touch like sw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeing beauty: 27 of 109
Rooted amidst blade Deep in soil Moistened by dew Droplet down A bead upon a petal Burdens this flower Hang in there Rising stem Bearing yellow accessory Beauty disguises pain Delicate bloom A Honey bee's delight Sweet and Lovely A blossom Still feels the sting Aroma on soft wind Carried far From brilliant center In presence... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sunsets: 22 of 81
The arcing haze of sunset Low clouds across the water Spinning threads of golden silk Light spreads its diamond net Glimmering silver shore Meets the ever ebbing tide Violet hues melting into blue Burning orange at its core Lower yet colors still arise Reflecting pink and violet Margins ever so narrow Where ocean meets the s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 91 of 228
Hello Sis: Sis, I called to say goodbye Listen to what I have to say I'll have to hang up if you start to cry. I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm off to Iraq I love you, I'll miss you Pray each day that I make it back. I'm trusting in your calm unwavering strength To keep it together No matter the length. I'm doing what all soldiers ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Far away: 105 of 189
Distance Circumstance Obligation Uncertainty The heart lacks GPS which Confounds all navigation Once so close Now far away Hands reaching Into a dark space searching the abyss of memory To retrieve the form, the face In deafening silence sensing a beat My pulse quickens then sinks having touched nothing grasping to connect t... More..