Solemn Farewell

Submitted by Libby on Wed, 11/22/2017 - 02:18

When she died
I cried,
and I
can’t explain the hurt inside.
I laid my head
Down on the bed
So much to say,
But in that silence, all was said.

Still, she looked into my eyes
after so many tries
said, “I

That was enough
her feelings
when she told me
“I love you.”

Joyful Morning

Submitted by Laura Elizabeth on Tue, 08/16/2011 - 03:47

 Here's a little poem I wrote that I hope ya'll enjoy! Also, for those of you who didn't know, I wrote a second part to Amira.


How long the night has been, Mother,

When will it be day?

Sorrow fills my mind;

Is the darkness here to stay?


Nay, my child, the night must end,

The sun shall rise once more;

There shall be a joyful morning

Of this I am sure.


Mother, the moon is clouded,

The stars I cannot see;

How can you trust the sunrise

Bluer Than the Sky

Submitted by Hannah W. on Tue, 08/11/2009 - 12:40

*Okay everybody, I have decided to just go ahead and make this fiction (which it kinda is anyway) even though it's in poem form. Life will be easier this way. Hope you enjoy!*


They sell fruit in the markets, and bread.
Fish, too, and all the usual things.
But then there are some corner booths in the shade.
And they have a lot in jars,
a lot in tightly shut pouches.
A penny for this, a nickel for that... I dig in my pockets every time,
my useless change suddenly full of worth.

The Shop on Seashore

Submitted by Hannah W. on Mon, 05/18/2009 - 18:33

"Ned, bring me bread!"
is what Mother said
when she woke up on a warm western morn.
But Ned refused, for he felt so abused,
and besides, he would rather have corn.

But the wind did blow,
for that's how winds go,
and he had to go down to the store.
While dear Mother's voice gave him no more choice,
So he hurried off to the shop on Seashore.

Seashore was a road
where many a toad
had met his unfortunate end.
But despite this gloomy thought, Ned went to where they bought
everything they needed, my friend.