Submitted by Gina I. on Fri, 08/26/2016 - 21:10

Have you ever looked at someone and suddenly realized what a treasure they are? And then you discover how much you love that treasure. Not because it's appearance is as garish as a jewel, but their personality shines as pure as gold. You love them the more you see them, yet deep inside you realize it is a treasure you will never hold as your own. But you can't stop hoping that someday, someone will have that priceless treasure to you, and tell you that it's yours forever.

Destiny's Call

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Tue, 04/12/2011 - 04:10

This poem is dedicated to Kassady and HomeschoolGirl. I was not going to publish this on the web until I got it copyrighted as a part of my poetry collection, but I decided to make an exception with this poem. This is a thank you for always commenting on my work! This poem I wrote a while ago and it is based off of the movie Prince of Persia. It is about Dastan's and Tamina's love and destiny.

To Die an Atheist

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Tue, 03/15/2011 - 18:10

Note: This poem was inspired by Laura Elizabeth's story The Dying Atheist. I couldn't quite get the story out of my head, so one day I sat down and wrote this. Thanks Laura Elizabeth for helping to inspire me to write this! Your story was quite moving! If anyone has not read it yet, I highly suggest they do!


No song to fill the moment,

Not a splash of color shown,

No feelings left to feel,

Not a gentle word was sown.


No parade to fill your senses,

No light to fill your eyes,

No joyful dancing present,

Bring Us Home

Submitted by Anna on Sat, 06/28/2008 - 14:08

We’re born into sin
Everyone's wicked
But we think nothing’s wrong
We don’t know we’re
without growing old

We may feel that we’re
In a meaningless life
But we push it away
We don’t let ourselves know we’re
without having been filled

The emptiness grows
And we try to avoid it
We fill ourselves up with all the wrong things
And we find ourselves
without being chained

Despair and Deliverance

Submitted by James on Sun, 06/01/2008 - 01:52

Halls drip all around me, halls wrought out of stone
Etched so from a mountain of malice and hate;
Like unto a grave, this room chilleth my bone –
Pursuing my soul to its perishing fate.

Why should I have lived, so to see this dark day?
Hell’s fire reached my home, for my heart, so to tear.
Eternally, cruel – nay! My soul cannot say!
Recalling what happened is too hard to bear.

To Dance Again.

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 09/19/2007 - 17:36

This is a true story. It didn't quite happen this way, well, when we moved I tried to do ballet here before fencing, but it just didn't work, the dance schools here are... *shudders* I don't want to think about them. That's when I did fencing and then just today I started Irish Dance. It's good to be back, to be flying again. :P
Sometimes I don't tell people because I think then they'll think this is the reason I quite ballet. But it's not, I love ballet and I know you can do beautiful dances with softshoe.