Melissa Coventry

Rookie (25/01/1991 / Adelaide)

Melissa Coventry Poems

41. Suicidal Jump... 12/8/2007
42. Lost Gem On A Dusty Shelf.. 10/12/2007
43. If You Will Let Me 8/19/2007
44. Beyond My Reality 2/19/2008
45. Cries Of A Silent Voice… 10/19/2007
46. Leading Up To Friday 5/10/2008
47. Bye Bye Baby... 3/15/2008
48. ***eagle 6/12/2009
49. Devoted Daughter 4/2/2008
50. Generation Deaf 5/21/2008
51. * Can'T Be Your Fool. 7/24/2008
52. Freefall 3/24/2008
53. *i Should Write... 10/31/2008
54. * Way Back Then, When... 2/19/2008
55. *water Baby. 11/27/2008
56. Drive To Learn, Need To Succeed... 10/17/2007

Comments about Melissa Coventry

  • Lauren Watkins (5/9/2008 6:30:00 AM)

    Mel writes awesomely about her own experiences and those of others, sometimes so well that you cannot distinguish between the two! Raw and honest, she touches the heart and mind of her readers, as she gives them insight to her own world. Thankyou darling... (and she's just an all-round excellent person to dance the nutbush with in hallways) ! Xx

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  • Jerry Hughes (10/11/2007 2:33:00 AM)

    Mel, to comment on your poems individually would be difficult as I'd run out of superlatives. Suffice to say you're an extrordinarily mature writer for your tender years and a delight to read. If I may be so bold, delightful to the eye too. Best wishes, Jerry

Best Poem of Melissa Coventry

Drive To Learn, Need To Succeed...

Bogged down,
By too many pages due,
Essays and reports,
With more creative ideas,
Then one knows how to deal with,
Yet nothing but chemical formulas,
Rules of IUPAC floating around,
Crossing and analyzing on the brain…

Typing away,
In time that I could slack,
Working at notes,
While friends relax,
Thinks about their larking and some,
What I’m missing out?
Yet my mind skims over that,
Back to the articles on political fact…

Stressed over the time wasted,
On others useless conversation,
I just want to do my physics, ...

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She Loves Her Uni Days

Bent over her keyboard,
Eyes glowed to the screen,
Fingers never stopping,
There quick paced pressing.

Mind absorb in an idea,
Reality so far away,
Hasn’t moved her spot for hours,
Which feels like days.

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