Biography of Melissa Broomhead
I just love to write poems when im down or have no one to talk to. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. My favorites of his are: a dream within a dream, The raven, annabelle lee, and some of his others. Oh and one more thing i love encouraging other poets to follow thier dreams, by sending comments and messages.
Melissa Broomhead Poems
This Is So Funny I Laughed While Writing...
he's been waiting for this his whole life... he's wanted her for a long time...
cheese is good cheese is great i like to buy a hugecheese crate
So I'M Not Like You
so im different than you does that make a difference in our friendship so im different than you why does it matter when i look at you i dont see black and white i see your smile when i look at you i dont know what color you are i just see my friend
The Scars Ive Made
they say im so beautiful thaey say that im the best; they even look strait in my eyes and tell me all the rest; they tell me everyone notices when i enter the room; but why do i feel invisible like they leave me to my doom;
Did U Read My Poem?
Read some of my work i dare u to; U might just learn a thing or 2: Weather happy or sad mad or glad i've made it for sure; A rose here tears there but it's not like many ask for more;
You Are Afraid
you are afraid you pushed me over the edge you are afraid you made me cry
The Britest Rose
A single rose so beautiful and true; A single rose can change you; Just a glimpse of this beautiful sight; May even give the darkest some light;
in my dreams im lost in a sea of happiness and joy numb to the feelings of the outside
I Have A Rock
everybody is talkin bout rocks but no one wants to know about fred everybody is talkin bout rocks
Your Troubled Eyes
as i stare into moonlight waiting for sun; it brings light, happiness, joy, and fun; this is what i need more than ever; waiting for him forever...forever;
The Invisible Raven
The words i put on paper is what i live with every day; Even though i write them down the feelings always seem to stay; The more and more i write them down the more and more i cry; I wish my pain had wings so i could make it all just fly;
And You Thought I Wouldnt Sink This Low!
in a fary tale that many know there was a cat and a fiddle
Mom's Christmas Gift
it was christmas eve and i was excited my brother was happy but i was delighted
Thanks For The Help
your words cant comfort me the pain is just to deep but please please dont worry
Did U Read My Poem?
Read some of my work i dare u to;
U might just learn a thing or 2:
Weather happy or sad mad or glad i've made it for sure;
A rose here tears there but it's not like many ask for more;
But still i write why do i do it;
But what do u care u rush right through it;
It hurts me so that u dont care;
You'd rather talk or sing or play with your hair;
But yet i forgive u i dont know why;