A true poem about my friend's father & how he was never there as she was growing up. 'You were never there To watch me as I grew, And because you were never here, I never really knew you.'

No bounce, no play/ Just another day/ Where I'm your little girl/ and you my blinded leaders... R/R and Don't Sue!!!

A poem written by my friend about her father. 'You care But not Well enough.'

This is a for my late Grandmother. Its a memorial for her. There is nothing fictional about it. Read it and don't forget to say goodbye.

Please...listen,daddy!

This is a poem I wrote to my dad about 2 months ago. Corrosponds with my song

A lament over a departed pet. It's more than it seems. You have to read between the lines; literally. Please R&R

One day, I was really angry at my mom's family for how they treated her as a child when her father had died, so I wrote this poem about it, to get my anger out.

(not as long as it claims: around 180 words) A poem written by my friend about her father. Based on real feelings. 'You don't know, Cuz you're over there. You can't see, Cuz you're not here.'

(not as long as it claims: around 320 words) A true poem written by my friend. Based on true events about her father. 'Daddy, I love you, For all the bad things you've said, All the bad things you've done, Makes me wish I was dead.'

poesía de niños ¿Ya te debes ir? Me inspiraste esta linda oda, y resulta que…

yet another one for poetry class. yet another crappy piece of work. the techer liked this one too. it's to my mother.

I know the title is lame, but take a look and you'll see what the poem is about, I promise it's better than it sounds.

Heyo! Yet another poem... many people cry for many different reasons. But this is one of the most common reasons for myself. (Whee) It's kind of - but not really angst, so it's under drama... typical teen piece.

I'll keep your secrets if you'll keep mine...

Complete. A tribute to my father. Rating is due to language.

I never meant to disappoint you...

Dedicated to my brother, who is the reason for this poem. I don't care if anyone reads this, I just needed it out here.

My family thinks I should be perfect...

Erinnerungen. Soft. Ich hab in Weichspüler gebadet.

thoughts on how adults fall from their pedestals as one grows older.

A poem about my mom and what shes done to us thanks to anyone who takes their time to read and reveiw this

Eighth grade crap. But it's kinda funny. Dedicated to my brother when he was off to college. (He's Luppo Pazzo on my favorites- read his tuff, it'll make him nice to me ^o^ )

This poem I wrote for my Grandma, who was diagnosed with breast cancer. Time flys as golden memories fade, and I helplessly watch her grow older, wiser, yet weaker. My heart went into writing this, so perhaps it will touch yours as well.

I don't know what to write. But plz read and review.