A Poem by The Little Writer

Writing a poem


It starts as an idea

and it grows

you find yourself sitting next to a desk

with pen in hand

The pen moves

it flows

you can't stop

you have your idea

you go with it

more emotions

more feelings

and then it's over

and in front of yourself you see a masterpiece

you get up and walk away

© 2009 The Little Writer

Author's Note

The Little Writer
This isn't all that accurate. There's a bit more work going into making a masterpiece, but still.

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I liked this a lot. Some of this is true for me. Great job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

Posted 11 Years Ago

I like it!

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on August 13, 2009


The Little Writer
The Little Writer

Don-Mage, WA

I am 12 years old. I am now rewriting my abandoned book, "The Dwen Alliance" I started out my writing life when my mother signed me up for a writing class at my co-op school. My "career" really k.. more..