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Lost Nirvana!

Lost Nirvana!

A Poem by Fidoic


A poem on Nirvana!!
The Last Summer of Solitude (Prologue)

The Last Summer of Solitude (Prologue)

A Poem by Mike Sieger


The prologue to my epic poem "The Last Summer of Solitude"
Against The Cherry Tree

Against The Cherry Tree

A Poem by Poe Redd


I love to watch her in serenity, when she is absent from her body,peaceful against a cherry tree.I like to see her lips tremble like blossoms.She feel..
Butterflies

Butterflies

A Poem by Savannah Bly


A childhood story
8. alwaysland

8. alwaysland

A Chapter by Jordan Williams


we think it a wise investmentfor the future to stay in the presentyou should be more practicalnot so concerned with things magicalyou should make some..
Death of innocence

Death of innocence

A Poem by Meraki


He heard the sickeningly sweet wordsTemptation kissed along his jaw lineThe soothing echoesDeception traced along his skinHe lost himself for just a m..
Winning at Life

Winning at Life

A Poem by Jay Steitler


Different definitions of winning. Development of the piece, was an emotional process. Not sure I'd finish. It still may not be "finished". Time will t..
Theft of Innocence

Theft of Innocence

A Poem by heiots


Who did it?
A time once lost

A time once lost

A Poem by Daniel Dawes


Understanding life
Slip

Slip

A Poem by Tyler Dean Allen


Old enough to know evil is real, too young to know that angel's can be too
Darkroom

Darkroom

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


You tell me.
Childhood

Childhood

A Poem by BlueVoice


How special childhood is, and when you're a child you don't realise how great childhood is until it's gone.
Innocent Crush

Innocent Crush

A Poem by Becky Earith


No one loves like a teenage girl A desperate longing and need Watching Titanic on repeat Just to see him on the screen Smiling when he dances Cry..
Nineteen

Nineteen

A Poem by caseymichelle31


A poem I wrote for a competition for the Road Safety Authority
Pure of Heart

Pure of Heart

A Story by Mary Campagna


I met a 9 year old girl this past weekend. She was beautiful!
Let me

Let me

A Poem by dylan zacharia


It’s 1am I’m 13 years old, at a sleepover with a friend who’s talking, talking, talking over the sound of my sweet slumber, whi..