Writing

The Winter Home

A Story by Chels

A short little piece about the attached photo.

Illusion of Evanescence

A Poem by kianatahleigh

It fell cloaked in the cover of the nightwhispering for the flower that remained.A rebirth called towards unplumbed plight;by fate, it has now been re..

Coffee, cold feet and shivers.

A Poem by Gee

The changing seasons

Shhhhh, listen, can you hear her.

A Poem by Gee

The changing seasons

A Mighty Force Of Nature

A Poem by Stephanie Drew

A Mighty Force Of NatureA mighty force of nature,yet beautiful to behold.A struggle to endure,yet magical to watch unfold.How each little snowflake,ca..

Sailing Narraganset - Poem #61

A Poem by toritto

A dim December light breaking dawn of Winter’s night reveals a naked frozen bough hosting a chorus of crows rousing us to morning thick..

Snow

A Poem by endlessmisery

Childhood memories tainted by an ever present poor body image.

•One Winter Morning•

A Poem by Riadbc

A small writing based on the flow of thoughts & imagination of Winter.

October Breezes

A Poem by ❀ Gabriela Ϭ..

Bright and crisp, October breezes Sweep gently through the mottled trees And linger, among heavy branches, To dance with brightly-painted lea..

Anomaly

A Poem by mwalker96

A poem talking about me being different than my peers

So I go

A Story by Onyx

Dark winter night's have a stale taste on a tongue. Existence and fade are in collaboration to explain one boy's solitude.

Autumn (We Dance)

A Poem by Arriam

I AM AWARE THAT PROPER CAPITALIZATION DOES NOT CONSIST OF SEASONS

The Changing Seasons..

A Poem by Onlyme

Leaves crunching under feet.The smell of moss.The snapping of twigs as wewalk.The colours of nature. From oranges to brown andreds delight my eyes.Aut..

Green Leaves, The Past Calls Us, December, Winter ..

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..

Four haiku's that are meant to be read together. Seasonal poetry for winter.

Winter of Our Discontent

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

...of love lost

To Grandmother and Mother

A Poem by William Rousseau

This is a poem written in the midst of nostalgia.

The White Death

A Poem by ca.shorty

Enjoy.

What a glorious day ahead!

A Poem by Onlyme

Misty morning on a winters day.No one up. As so early.Streets are deserted and so beautifully peaceful.You could hear a pin dropon the pavement.The ai..