Teen Ink

Advanced Search Results

• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Battle of Marathon

  

  By Haytham.Eschate, London, United Kingdom

  I peered across the battlefield of lush green grass, Which was about to be decimated by thousands of boots from both ourselves and the Persian fiends. The place was far from Athens and from what I gathered from the towns around it, It was a sanctuary, a way to escape the stresses and turmoil o...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The feeling of belonging

  

  By Haytham.Eschate, London, United Kingdom

  The feeling dies down as the tide ebbs away. The smell of salt involuntary climbs up into the deepest depths Of the nostrils and squeezes the sensitivities causing the immediate Scrunching of the nose. Rubbing the salt off the edges of the nostrils Incessantly was very irritating, but was worth...