The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Tags : Winter

Haiku and Tanka

Haiku and Tanka

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!Haikushould never rhyme:it’s a crime!―Michael R. BurchThe herons stand,sentry-like, at attention ...rigid ..
Roses and Lilacs

Roses and Lilacs

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Winterby Michael R. BurchThe rose of love's bright promiselies torn by her own thorn;her scent was sweetbut at her feetthe pallid aphids mourn.The lil..
Rejection Slips

Rejection Slips

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Rejection SlipsWith over 5,700 publications if I count poems that have gone viral, I suppose I shouldn’t complain … but I do have some po..
Walid Khazindar "Distant Light" translation

Walid Khazindar "Distant Light" translation

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


This Distant Lightby Walid Khazindarloose translation/interpretation byMichael R. BurchBitterly cold,winter clings to the naked trees.If only you woul..
Winter Cabin

Winter Cabin

A Poem by Lox


A submission for the "TEN WORD CONTEST"
Tiny little white rabbit

Tiny little white rabbit

A Poem by Lox


Happy Holidays
Distant Light

Distant Light

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Distant Lightby Walid Khazindarloose translation/interpretation by Michael R. BurchBitterly cold,winter clings to the naked trees.If only you would fr..
This World's Joy

This World's Joy

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


This World's Joy(anonymous Middle English lyric)loose translation byMichael R. BurchWinter awakens all my careas leafless trees grow bare.For now my s..
Winter Orchestra

Winter Orchestra

A Poem by LastSkywalker


Something i had to whip up in 5 minutes or less.
Winter State of Mind

Winter State of Mind

A Poem by M F


Feeling a little numb lately.
Stone Angel

Stone Angel

A Poem by Laz K.


In the mood for gothic, melodramatic self-pity
Crystal and Magpie

Crystal and Magpie

A Story by Laz K.


Whoever said that "The more you give, the more you shall receive" ?
Got Sleep?

Got Sleep?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Nothing more intimate than sleepwake before dawn, go downtownprepare for tomorrow, come home from work late.Most cities prosper undisturbedsleeping pe..

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