This poem is about a woman, maybe a wife of an inconsiderate person, who had already suffered a lot. She had been serving her husband without fail, but still she was treated as badly as a slave. It is quite straight forward because I want people to feel and have mercy for her. It ends up with a tragedy - one which actually changes her life.

There was a time in my life when it seemed to me that death and pain ruled the world. This poem was produced from that world.

The deeper the love, the greater the loss... How would it feel to find your soulmate - only to lose her? I pray that I never find out...

These verses tell of a love that was repressed because of what other people thought. I have been in this situation before, and I wish that it had ended the way it does in the poem. Unfortunately, it did not.

This is a Poem about a willow tree that metaphorically is in love with a river. They then seem to drift apart, and in the end, the Willow dies because of its loneliness and is therefore replaced by a small village.

I wrote this poem for a 9th English project. The poems had to include examples of Alliteration, Assonance, similes, metaphors, and personification. To fit them all in without it sounding bad, I made it long. I wrote about spousal abuse. A matter that I feel very strongly about. It's a sad poem, but is also meant to bring strength.

This poem was a project that I was to do for an English class. I guess that I just got a little carried away. It is in no league with Longfellow or Frost[both of whom I find greatly inspirational and highly recommend] but my family liked it and I decided to give all a chance to read it. It was inspired by a book I was reading at the time "The Gully Dwarves" by Margert E. Wiess and Tracie Hickman.

The poem I present to you is about a woman who goes to a train station to wait for her love who never shows.

In the beginning it gives a first person description of the woman, and then later, the narrator (me) talks to you as if you are the woman. The woman goes through denial that her husband is not dead. At the end of the poem, it finishes the analogy of her denial with closure of you understanding her strong will to not believe her love's death.

This is my first entry into the world of poetry after writing short fiction and newspaper articles. It was written as a homecoming gift for my girlfriend, who was coming home from the hospital after major surgery. Writing this helped with my fear about her situation and with how much I missed her.

Playing Guinevere and Lancelot with a poet on the Internet inspired me to write these sonnets. The muse was just "hanging" in the air and made me wonder how Guinevere and Lancelot may have expressed themselves towards each other, stealing a kiss or a secret touch, longing for the impossible.