Welcome to New
Voices: Your Poetry and Short Fiction
Updated 2/10/2010
The
Talkabout for February is ...
"What do you think are the characteristics that make up a good parent?"
suggested by AGW Staff
What makes a good mom or dad? What makes a bad one? Let's talk!
Talk
about it HERE!
Let's
see what they said last month!
Send
your poems and stories to
agwriter2000@yahoo.com
IMPORTANT!!!
a lot of girls don't sign their work so we can't use it or credit
them!! Send your TALKABOUT to the email address below and DON'T
FORGET to sign your submission at the bottom with first name,
age, state or county and (if you have one with us) penpal number! SEND
YOUR STORIES AND POETRY SUBMISSIONS TO:
agwriter2000@yahoo.com
CLICK
HERE TO READ YOUR SUBMISSIONS FOR LAST MONTH'S TALKABOUT
WRITERS!
Here's another chance to put your feelings on paper/computer screen.
We'll give you a subject and you sound off about it. We'll publish as
many responses as we can right here!
Book
picks for Writers!
|
 pOEMS
and sToRIES!
Written
by: Girls like You!
The Way You Betrayed Me
I see you there in front of me,
Your face your hands your eyes,
I hear you talk,
I hear you tell,
Your hopes your dreams your lies,
I walked with you a sunlit trail,
Together hand in hand,
Then twilight came and you were gone,
And now alone I stand
The woods are dark the trees are black,
The night is closing in,
And you have gone away from me,
Your faultless light dimmed,
Betrayal is an empty space,
Raw night cold room alone,
And no one can redeem you,
Sweet knight safe light you're gone
- Robyn, 15, USA
Beyond The Window
I look out my window,
as the rain falls,
and I see my face,
reflecting in my window--
How many times have I seen that face?
How many times have I wished that face,
was not my own?
The rain fades softly away,
Then a shaft of sun
pierces the clouds,
like a sword.
I see the light,
and know that I am not alone.
Now I remember,
I can see, I am who I am,
and now I see light,
Beyond The Window.
- Shea, 10, Florida, (PenPal #16617)
Ducks
Comically
waddling across the grass,
In slow awkward silence
it walks,
But on the water its
grace is shown
The beauty in how it
moves
- Kaylee, 13, Ohio |
