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Like It Happened Yesterday

Like It Happened Yesterday

A Poem by Daydreamer


Race fast to chase the sunHow long can you hold your breath underwater?Do you remember writing with chalk on hot concrete?The days seemed so endless b..
Grandma's Roses

Grandma's Roses

A Poem by Stacy Purvis


Grandma's Fine RosesGrown In The Garden With CarePrized Yellow Roses
North of Jellico

North of Jellico

A Poem by James


I left something in Kentuckyjust north of Jellicolost, now in the CumberlandYouth is never wasted --It's spent,When she took my hand and led meover th..
Leap of Faith

Leap of Faith

A Poem by Footprints al carbon


leaping ahead, growing up
God's Plan for Iris Indwell

God's Plan for Iris Indwell

A Story by Gnarly


Time is relative. It’s a man made concept. We created time and we could get rid of it too. We choose not to because our lives our set to numbers..
Lapis

Lapis

A Poem by Cecil N. Park


The liquid lacquerthe dilapidated lapis lazulilicking lips, the liquor cabinetthe lasting love of livid lagerthe lasting lust of Don Perrignonthe unre..
Silent Screams

Silent Screams

A Poem by Sandi Martin


This poem reflects the feelings of an older person talking to a young person.
Children of War

Children of War

A Poem by B


As the lighthouse dimmed downBoats of mercy took one last roundFloating are the bodies of lifeSaying goodbye to the idea of peaceAs children of war wa..
As My Friend Lay Dying

As My Friend Lay Dying

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


the boyhood hours have passed
Taunting Thoughts

Taunting Thoughts

A Poem by The Things She Noted


The airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTauntingSelf deprivation is only a depravity for so longPitifulAnd then I thoughtHow life was i..
The Photograph

The Photograph

A Story by Tamara


Based on the picture story prompt of a young black girl.
Boozed Souls

Boozed Souls

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


drunk before noon
City Lights

City Lights

A Poem by Enknt


A continuation to "A month"
Thirty

Thirty

A Poem by Ty


Thirty. Beginning.
Missing My Youth

Missing My Youth

A Poem by Mitch


a little reminiscing. if only I knew how good I had it
The Chronicler of Sad Things

The Chronicler of Sad Things

A Poem by Mitch


I tell myself listening to those who hurt helps. I tell myself this because most of the time, that's all I can do
Generational Chips (edited)

Generational Chips (edited)

A Story by Willys Watson


GENERATIONAL CHIPS 1. While inside a 7-11 buying his daily morning newspaper and coffee to go an older model compact pulled into a space near hi..