Shannon Monroe


Shannon Monroe Poems

1. Dying 6/21/2008
2. What's What? 12/4/2008
3. Pretty Or Beautiful? 12/5/2008
4. I Wonder... 1/13/2009
5. Where Do I Belong? 5/5/2009
6. In This.... 8/27/2009
7. Nameless 8/28/2009
8. Your... 8/31/2009
9. On September 11,2001 9/15/2009
10. To Whom It May Concern... 11/2/2009
11. This Season Weakens Me 12/23/2009
12. Untitled 10/27/2010
13. I Should'Ve Turned Back 12/10/2011
14. Two Hearts, One Soul 5/5/2009
15. My Farewell 2/28/2010
16. A Mother And A Death 3/9/2008
17. A Girl... 9/1/2009

Comments about Shannon Monroe

  • a a (11/29/2009 1:18:00 PM)

    I dont understand what you are going through in life, yet i believe you are thriving in your struggle in it ^.^, keep writing its coming out beautifuly.

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  • Joseph Macquarrie (10/28/2009 12:29:00 PM)

    ur poems r so kool and cute and i understand what u r going threw in life

  • Joseph Macquarrie (10/7/2009 12:14:00 PM)

    all of urs poems r so cute and sexy like u

Best Poem of Shannon Monroe

A Girl...

A girl.
I met this girl with a beautiful personality, but had a lot to hide.
A girl with compassion.
A girl with sorrow hidden deep into her heart, that only a key can open it.
A girl that hasn't found her full potential, but yet knows where she wants to be and what to do with her heart.
A girl who wants to explore the world.
A girl who loves and hates.
A girl who is awake, yet she sleeps.
She's just an ordinary girl who does ordinary things.
A girl who gets mistreated because she's in a residential facility.
A girl who has no one to love her and care for her. ...

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Dying

Once I was a little girl wondering about the world, about life and what was in store for me when I was to go to my friend’s house.
But not ling after I turned five, all that changed. I had to leave my childhood behind and grow up. Dying, dying, dying.

I had to become stronger more reliable on myself and nobody to put me down. Dying, dying, dying.

Now that I am a teenager, I look back on my childhood, and see a parentless child, hurting and calling for help. But no one can help her and

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