Stifled by unstable bile seeping into the veins of a vanishing world where ignorance breeds violence corruption extracts worth souls no longer fear Life is being disrespected day after day chaos the fuel to minds lost and hearts broken Human… Read More ›
Poverty Signs She arrived early to get her spot She wondered would it rain or not A wet day always made it pay Poor old soul people would say Don’t look too happy she was told Make sure and shiver… Read More ›
Inspiration Call: Write a narrative poem to this picture. A narrative poem tells the story of an event in the form of a poem. It may or may not rhyme, It could be short or long. It has a beginning,… Read More ›
