Writing

When Baby Turns Butterflies To Leaves

A Poem by Earl Schumacker

Once upon a branch

Time

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Tick, tick, tock! Tick, tick, tock! Gone are the days, we hold for granted. Ticking away, our life in canted.

The Milkyway

A Story by Maddison

she will never know love because she was too beautiful to see

Nothing Could Be More Perfect

A Poem by Phoebe Taylor

Have you ever craved physical connection so deeply?The gentle feeling of his hands upon your skin and the warmth radiating form his body.Nothing could..

Cottage of Life

A Poem by Rheia

A beautiful wooden cottagePerched on the mountains edgeOverlooking a sea of blue and greenDotted with white and greyA house that there once livedA fam..

Scared

A Poem by Lana

Scared to be missing out on somethingThis fear that you're only young for a little while so you have to rush to do fun thingsFear that you'll never ma..

Beauty

A Poem by Roy Lennic

Of which it has nothing to be compared to. Of which light shines bright.

Scattered Beauty

A Poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Be..

Night nighs and the beauty of beloved sighs. Poet speaks about an approaching night, when non living things turned their face away from his beloved, a..

Emergency Room

A Poem by Colton Warr

I tried....

Hands Stained Ink

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Hands stained ink of black and red. On the brink of what was said,

Light Runs From Me

A Poem by Kevin Hazlett

A poem of pain after losing my wife and best friend as I tryto find a way to make it through this difficult situation.

The Rhythm of Raindrops

A Poem by AshleyDeyPoetry

The sky is crying and so am I.

Radiance

A Poem by Sylvia

About a beautiful scene

The Little Red Fox - Bonnie's Beauties

A Poem by Joshua McNay

Sometimes you need a practice dummy or two. Bonnie wanted to test her skills from her new beauty class. Willie and Frank just happened to be the perfe..

Th Photograph

A Story by Gah Yan

A middle aged woman becomes young and gorgeous upon her husband's request.

Winter Comes

A Poem by Spencer Barker

Leaves vanish beneath my feet,the natures of our seasons leave.Footsteps past,not long before they don't last.Furnishings of present life,never do the..