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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you: 1 of 246
Through the sensitive heart of my three year old son (who is now fourteen) and the confusion a parent separation brings to one so small, I wrote these words which, at the moment, shifted his thoughts briefly, from heart to paper. I call this poem "Daddy's Letter".Mommy, could you help mewrite a letter to my dad?There's some t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous poems for children: 10 of 154
The Pink Dress MessI'm eight years old,And I'm in a mess.We have not that much money,not even enough, to buy my sister a dress.So think, think, think. What can I do?I can go door to door,And ask for a spare dime,But, there are so many doors,And I don't have that kind of time.I can call Grandpa Jack,I know he has big bucks,But... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Opposing perspectives: 2 of 19
Brickafter BrickImported and plasteredwith pastemade from tasteless wasteof words ofscornDay aftersun-baked daydried and hardenedtrusted to holdthis tower of insecuritiesbehind the wallthat you have builtA strong foundationcertain to withstandthe bricks weightof pride and mistrustand others whichyou hold strongtoNo planned wi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 91 of 287
one sided loveThrough your eyesI searchforreasons,of wordsthat haveproved onlyliespains of deceiving,leaving bruiseson that of afragile soulstripped of purpose,and once knownattainablegoalsThe veil ofdarkness,that you keepclutched tight,never lettinginlove's tendersecuritylighthas left metired,from this endless,surrendereddef... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Liars: 18 of 56
When time has shiftedwhite gates lostpassion andrust-ruined riversrun before your door false truths be thrownto lie upon your floornasty, dead fish -stink, as lies, no more. Stenched karma fromwhich liars smell -dipped in batterdeep fried in hell forehead branded recipes of blamedlies, you deny-while your tongue chokes asit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 133 of 386
love's open seasonThere...in the meadowexposed,trembles my heartwide-open for allhunters of loveto view...frozen in place,muscles tense....trying to avoid the self-perceived dangers, evena slight flinchmay bringThis place was oncea garden of rejuvenation,and needed spacethat healed all woundsnow, an unsureness fillsthe misty ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 302 of 594
"This Heart"To thinka thoughtwould generateanother, whichin turnwouldcause my heartto bleedto shameto shameto blameto blamethis heartwhich knowsnothow to healitselfbut slowsits painto drip onedropat a timeto drainto drainthe strainthe strainof eachlessonof life More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spelling: 8 of 14
Spelling is quite easy if first, you learn to read phonics is the key, to sounding out a word Books like "Dick and Jane" make learning to read great fun! "Go, Dick, Go! and "See Spot Run!" This was a simple little book, repeating words that sound the same turning spelling into some-what of a game changing the first letter is ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-image: 133 of 134
I cup my shaking handsto hide my trembling lipsunable to catch the tearsthat flow into the deep,dark waters of my lifeThat which is of no use,I watch sink, slowly,to the bottomwhere it rests,upon the muddy floorOnce again,I cup my hands, tightlyand fill them, with, what nowis crystal clearSplash my face,rejuvenatedof who I wa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rejected: 3 of 3
As My Pen Danced I waited, dressed to killin red,and in loveboth, of which I could have been coaxed out ofYou have turned a pale shade of white,my ValentineAl Green sang to me,as my pen danced as your substitute we danced all night long,stationary, our dance floor.As we whirled to the emotionsof words' sounds; hand in hand,w... More..