Poetry

Writing is Hell Writing is hell. It is painful to sit with a pen in hand, Knowing you want to say something, But wondering how to say it. How to make people sit up and listen? How to make people realize: "Hey! That's how I feel!"? Or to make people think: "Now why didn't I think of that?" What do... Sign in to see full entry.

That There Would Come A Day? She stood quietly in the doorway, watching the Children play. Oh, how she wished, oh, how she prayed, that there would come a day, when the world would become: A world of Peace, a world of Love. Were there others like her? Mothers, Fathers, young and old, losing Faith in... Sign in to see full entry.

"A Beachlovers Song" I want the sand I want the beach I want to hear the bands And to feel out of reach I want the boardwalk The company of friends To hear people talk And to never let it end Sign in to see full entry.