Shania K. Younce

Rookie - 453 Points (4-18-1996 / I can´t remember.)

Shania K. Younce Poems

121. 'A Tear Drop Came Last.7.' 5/21/2014
122. 'Wabadubu Or Wabaduba' 5/21/2014
123. 'Winter' 5/21/2014
124. 'Fade All' 5/21/2014
125. 'A Tear Drop Came Last.8.' 5/21/2014
126. Pen Me Passion 12/27/2014
127. Bye 2/17/2015
128. Mind Or Light. 2/17/2015
129. Cream Fruits 2/17/2015
130. Die 2/17/2015
131. 'We' 4/26/2014
132. Directions 2/17/2015
133. Life Light 2/17/2015
134. Thy Eyes 2/17/2015
135. Smothering 2/17/2015
136. Design 2/17/2015
137. Thoughts 2/17/2015
138. Truest Treachery 2/17/2015
139. Snowflakes 2/17/2015
140. Peace 2. 2/17/2015
141. The Beast 2/17/2015
142. Grave 2/17/2015
143. 'Eludes' 5/10/2014
144. 'Wondrous Day' 4/26/2014
145. 'Zygote' 4/26/2014
146. 'Fear In A Box' 5/21/2014
147. 'The Plant' 5/21/2014
148. 'That Silver Line' 3/13/2014
149. 'Abacus' 12/27/2013
150. 'Voice' 7/16/2012
151. 'Abat' 11/30/2013
152. 'Haven'T A Clue 1' 8/6/2012
153. 'Society' 3/25/2013
154. 'Abatage' 12/1/2013
155. 'Light' 7/16/2012
156. Chapter.15 Time Machine & Time Later 8/14/2013
157. 'Abatis' 12/1/2013
158. 'Abatteur' 12/1/2013
159. 'Abgemacht' 2/11/2014
160. 'Free To Fly' 4/26/2014

Comments about Shania K. Younce

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/8/2014 7:01:00 AM)

    sounds really great. you are showing your emotions nice. you will have great future in poetry. i invite you to read my poems. as a friendly look.

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  • Jerry Hughes (12/25/2013 11:12:00 PM)

    Apart from your occasional vagaries you have the potential to be a very good writer. Cheers.........

Best Poem of Shania K. Younce

'Well'

Take a drink from a well. Find it cold. Drink it's splendor. Drink it's light. Make it bright. Tastes it's grip hold tihgt. It's sweet cool running sound. It's fish flounder. Ponder, ponder it's mind. Thoughts burn alive. It is quite here. It's tranquility fine. Remember water gentle and flowing. It's fresh calm forever kind.

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'The King Touches Me'

The king touches me.
He has touched my lips.
He has touched my hips.
My waist is stuck to his.
My eyes are for him to see.
My hair is for his silky, soft mind
that slips and ponders through my sheets.

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