I'm Melissa self taught poet and writer. Having no formal schooling in either, each hold a fond place in my heart.
I love the movement of my pen and the sometimes unpredictable path it has led me on. Poetry is my main forte when it comes to writing. The exhilaration
+ more bio informationAre things better now or worse than a hundred years ago? It calls for a reflective and honest look as history. Family life compared to a hundred years ago is on the decline. Everyone moves at a fast pace these days. Dad's and mom's are working to maintain the home, children are left to their own devices and there isn't a com... More..
Transition...I stood at the gate enchantedby scenes that lay before me.Feeble attempts at takingit in, unsuccessful.I find traces of myself here,lost among falling leaves.They dance towards some destination,what I don't know.The intense beauty,is so breathtaking.A hustle and bustle ofpre-winter activities takes place.Is my as... More..
They say in the business world the 'Customer is always right', well that isn't always the case, I can personally testify to that. I worked for a department store, I will mention now having learned this the hard way, retailing isn't a job suited for people with quick tempers. I had a quick temper, but I hired on to work first ... More..
You're interested and you want him to know. You've given him all the right signals, but he hasn't responded. Your attempts to draw him in appear to fall on an expressionless face. Are these signs the guy is not interested? Could he just be shy? What can you look for to discern if he is shy or truly isn't interested?Shyness or... More..
RunawayLittle Lolitaeloquently descendsa rickety staircase.Dressed all in black,vodka's on her breathe.Somewhere in this cityof evil, innocence lives.Not here though, no not here.She makes her waythrough the maze of filth,while the minute hand on her clockechoes the clicks of her stilettos.Leaving the shelter of the doorway,s... More..
This coffee house is full of smells,which tease a poets nose.Metaphors and similes,expressed within their prose.Gathered here with kindred hearts,pens ready to compose.Stanzas,verses play their part,this a poet knows.Flavors of poetic drink,are meant to be sipped slow.So if inclined, spend some time;there's no need for you to... More..
It's your wedding day. You've planned for this day since you were young. You want it all, glitz, glamour, and the wow factor. Does this have you chasing dollar signs in your sleep, thinking of ways to cut wedding cost down so you can have it all.Ask yourself this and be honest, "does my wedding cost need to be thousands of do... More..
He rings the doorbell. You open the door and he tells you how lovely you are. Taking your hand, he escorts you to the car, opens the door, and makes sure your dress isn't in the way as he shuts the door. You think to yourself, it's refreshing to find men who still cares enough to go that extra mile. He's in that moment proud ... More..
Clashing noise of city life;country night, stars shine bright.Ocean's waves kiss the shore;mountains echo, rains that pour.Rainbows arc with color trails;storms resound like banshee wails.Rising sun greets the day;sandman plays in moonbeam rays.Nature's Spring, brings reprieve;Winter's snow, falls like leaves.Music from our g... More..
Do not ridicule my pen,its journey is its strength.The pages traveled may vary,but its passion comes from withinthe very soul of this poet.To ridicule my pen, is tocurse the ink within. Not needingyour approval to write upon the page;I still desire unprejudiced eyes to see.How could you ridicule my pen,unless you had walked t... More..
Melissa R. Bickel
Donated to charity: $6.27
Articles Written: 239
Writers Invited: 1