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added by iluvPrinceMJ213
I stumbled upon link a while lalu and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded komen on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use lebih concrete imej in her puisi to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope anda do not mind me using anda as an example. If anda do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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posted by Cinders
 Larry the labu
Larry the Pumpkin
The labu Poem
I shall call it the labu Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on Rawak thoughts I'd have at one point atau another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to anda the Unfinished...
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posted by AnaHallam
Never before in the short time Cassie had spent on this earth, had the desire to escape burned so brightly within her. The damp soil clung to her delicate toes as she scampered through the wild, untamed grass. Such that it was miles high. atau so it appeared to her tiny form and limitless imagination. In truth the rumput merely tickled her knees as it reached up towards the sky in a desperate attempt to grasp just a single ray of sunlight. Not a blade prevailed.

The sky remained as dark as ever, the sun was not coming today. It rarely did in winter; it simply shrouded itself in rainclouds and...
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posted by edward-lover456
The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if anda want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and berkata "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's anda must of thought I stud anda up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly berkata "Mama
Eva we got anda an ice cream!" and David berkata "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom berkata "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David berkata "Mama Eva...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, lebih importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bir can atau stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, anda know, money can't buy happiness and if anda try to buy it your being ripped off... atau something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do anda think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry utama and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
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added by iluvPrinceMJ213
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.