A poem about why we shouldn't worry about certain days and events because it's never as bad as we think it is. Probably inspired by my upcoming exams...I'm sure they wont go as bad as I think.

This is for the YA contest so if you did like it a like would be so very appreciated. The main idea behind was that death, be it just an idea or an actual being, may not be so bad.

A nice nature poem which also has a kind of environmentalist message saying that you should definitely not kill bugs because they are precious and provide unique service to nature.

Just some poetry (or poetree...) a wrote up during my chemistry class, could definitely use some polishing.

Just a small thing. This is my first story, but I have done a poem before hand so very limited experience. Any feedback will be appreciated

A Sonnet