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Jan 24


i find that a book is a treasure.
a treasure many people can have, but few fully understand.
everyone takes it differently.
nobody looks at it from the same angle.

a book is like a rainbow.
it is beautiful and colorful,
people receive it differently.
some people receive it with excitement,
others with disappointment and an audible sigh.
but it's a rainbow.
you can't hate it.

a book is a piece of art.
it takes creativity and hard work to make, 
and is inspiring to all who see it.

i revere all writers.
they pour their emotions out
to weave words together in such intricate ways.

this, this is why i am a writer.
so i can learn to weave words together
and make a beautiful tapestry of words. 
and get that recognition and reverence
so i, too, can inspire young writers. 
Jan 23
poem 0 comments challenge: Fifteen
casee's picture


Lost. Found. 
Darkness. Light.
I am myself.
Strained yet unbroken.
Flaws, failings, fragments.
Each part.
Jan 23
poem 0 comments challenge: General
Mocahfrappe's picture

I Went Deep For You

I left that morning
to find something for you
something special, or from the heart.
And I found it, I had to go down, far down,
and when I did, I found it.
I put them in a case, and wrote a note,

‘I went deep for you’.
A special meaning to you, and nobody else
in this crazy world of adventure.
I would, and will, do anything
for you, even if it means I
have to put my life on the line.
I will always have a place in my heart
for you, and just you.
My gift to you is not as special as others think,
but to me it’s part of my world.
This is just a small poem
I came up with the idea of rocks,
special rocks.

Jan 23
poem 1 comment challenge: Wind
Goaliegirl's picture

The Wind

The wind was shaking the trees behind me.
I look back,
nothings there but the trees swaying leaves.
I continue my walk, as the wind brushes my shoulders.
The wind picks up, a hollaring screech whispers in my ear,
but I'm safe.
Jan 22
poem 0 comments challenge: Fifteen

Fifteen Words

I am a whisper
barely piercing the air

I am a shout
cutting the air

Jan 22
EllaKozak's picture

My World


A word that we use,

Almost every day. 

But what does it really mean?

Home can be so many different places.

It could be where you live

Or just where you feel happy.

For me,

Where I feel like home changes like the tide.

Sometimes I will feel at home in my bed,

Outside on a trail.

I can feel at home in school,

Laughing with my friends.

Home isn’t a place for me.

It is a feeling that you get,

A safe feeling.

That is what it means to be home. 


Jan 22
poem 1 comment challenge: Reach

Grasp The Moon

If only I could reach a little further… I’d grasp the moon in my hands and give it to you. I’d let you hold it near, and dear to that adoring heart of yours. If only I could reach a little farther I’d reach up and cradle the sun in my arms till I could hand it to you. Till you needed a little something else to brighten up your day. You’d ask for the world and this was all I could give. If only I could reach a little farther… 
Jan 22
ameliajane's picture


What went wrong?
When our human forms inhabited Earth,
What did we do?
Look at our world,
What it's been put through.
Climate Change,
Child Labor,
Who made this happen?
Humans again,
Our race,
We created slavery, 
We put starvation in people's bodies,
We are the ones who hate,
Once more it's us. 
We need to change,
All that we do,
All that we are,
What we think.
Because we need to stop this. 
Jan 21
Alex_Brush's picture


When winter hits
The town is covered 
In a thin glossy coat of
Cold and harf
It stabs at you 
The sharp edges 
Burning away at your cold hands
But just as soon as it happens
It melts 
Leaving your hands