childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The Joke-Writing Guide from Beyond
Once a promising comedian, Jim found himself struggling to come up with anything remotely funny. Every time he sat down to write, he felt like he was banging his head against a wall. It was as if his funny bone had vanished into thin air.
By Precy Garcia3 years ago in Poets
The little girl Inside.
Good old days of summers and cold winds , when we were on our own happy and full . Ok time has its way the tables took a turn and we out -grew what we were and its such an evident fact that we all grow up, in some way be it physically , mentally , spiritually and emotionally , holistically I would say we evolve and just become into the beautiful person that we are but I feel like there is always a small stubborn part of us that just refuses to leave our side and people often say its the inner child. A persona who gets upset when somethings are not the way we want and gets afraid when someone walks away. That inner hidden self scooches the deepest fear of a child that is being left alone in the dark and cold. But there are times when it happens , the most familiar leaves your side . So you go into self analyzation and believe that someone left cause I was never enough I am incapable, the kids at the school never wanted to be friends with me and how I used to eat my lunch by myself. They made fun of your darkest insecurities and you just sit there being void and motionless. Now although you have overcome the things you never liked about yourself but there are certain wounds and scars that are always left in some corner your pumping heart. You feel like those scars that were gone have been scratched again and you bleed. Through tears , you start telling yourself again how you are not good enough.
By shireen naaz3 years ago in Poets
A haunted house with a dark past and a chilling presence
The old Victorian mansion had been empty for years. It stood tall and imposing, shrouded in shadows that seemed to reach out and grab at anyone who passed by. The locals whispered that it was cursed, that the dark past of the family who had once lived there had left a lingering presence that refused to leave. But when the Forrester family moved in, they didn't believe in ghosts or curses. They were looking for a fresh start, a new home to call their own. They had no idea what they were getting into.
By Tejas Arya3 years ago in Poets
