The moon as my muse for this poem. Freeverse.
A poem on love's confusion. I have another one titled "Confusion" which was written around the same time as this one, but this one was written in freeverse.
If we must eventually say goodbye to everything we love, why bother loving at all? I return reviews! On the title: I jotted this poem down early one Tuesday morning, nearly a year after the dea...
And sleep only makes me feel weary/ while the press of the darkness is near me/ while the hours are dragging and dreary/ and I don't have the strength left to cry. Inspired by Algernon Swinburne's ...
When I need my nan, she is always there, With her giving heart filled with care.
No one knows what hid behind those dark, emotionless eyes. No one had the time to find out. As soon as they saw her, their fate was sealed.
I am a writer. My belief.
A long lost epic poem origionally by Lord Byron in 1813. Beautifully composed.
Your dad is always going to be there for you. Because he loves and cares, no matter what you do. Please read and review!
Your mum is your truest friend, from the day you were born, till your life ends. Please read and review
I love Pablo Neruda's works. They are thought-provoking, incredibly sensual, and absolutely beautiful. I hope I don't do him a disservice by attempting to make one of his poems in a way be my own ...
Belonging isn't as easy as some people think they feel they never belong, Even when you're squashed in by a lot of people you might never feel among.
Life can be a struggle, with no hope how are you suppose to cope.
Love is a picture, a song a prayer, But sometimes love leads to despair.
What is Love? Why do we fall in love? How come we can fall out of love? please read and review