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Fourteenlines: Poets' Society
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Fourteenlines is dedicated to sharing the beauty of poetry with people everywhere. From traditional verses to contemporary works, we explore the power of words to spark imagination and transcend boundaries. We welcome everyone who wants to express their love for poetry and join the community inspired by the art of language.


ON SELFISHNESS
Timmy Zhang, AP Lang. argumentative essay When there is an apple on the table, the decision of either eating it or giving it to people who are more hungry is the difference between selfishness and selflessness. We all need basic necessities, like food and shelter, but we sometimes share essential and non-essential items to others out of altruism. Though the concept of selflessness conveys the best of humanity, mankind’s practical future to survive and fight against challenges


MOST BEAUTIFUL IN ITS ERASURE: WASHINGTON’S SPEECH AND COMMONER’S DIARY
Timmy Zhang, 2016 AP Lang Synthesis Generally speaking, preserving records or our past is indeed important, but gathering everyday...


BETTING WITH GODS
There are several reasons why I am not willing to make a bet with God. Primarily, He is an almighty and powerful deity capable of controlling everything, including the outcome of a simple coin toss. Moreover, betting is not encouraged in the Holy Bible. Considering this, I believe that any result stemming from such a bet must serve a greater purpose. Hypothetically, if I were to age 15 years instantly-making me 30 with the abilities of a 15-year-old —I would likely struggle t


SUFFOCATE
Tracy Shao Weiqi, BIBWH As the crash of waves echoed, Darkness blinded my sight. Although She in pain had moaned, It was peaceful without...


LONELY AFTER DEATH
Peter Li, BIPH In death’s embrace, no unity we find, But solitude, a vast expanse unkind. “We brethren are,” the echo sighs, We’re all...


RAIN
Freya Nie, BIPH A mourning shade of yellow, Paints over the starry night. The reflection of my dulled eyes show Heavy clouds of blue on my right. A small droplet of rain, Rolls down the leaves of a tree. I rub my eyes in pain, Hoping for someplace to flee. I stare at the droplet of rain, Observing it slowly disintegrate. My senses begin to fade, As I watch my vision turning grey. ——Wiping out all light, My hopes, nowhere in sight.


WHO AM I TO SAYThe Yeti (David Cheng, BIPH)
The Yeti (David Cheng, BIPH) It might have been a beautiful day; If we had not waken up, To find the world in fray. They could have given...


IS THAT A MIRROR? NO SILLY, IT’S JUST YOU
The poem explores self-reflection, revealing cracks and duality within. It urges embracing one's truth and healing through understanding.


RECIPE-SPRING
Cxzh (Connie, BIGZ) Dim light Shadow Moisty air Life Mighty clouds Raindrops March Love Warm breeze Sweet scent Bright green Bloom Wake...
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