Tags : Forlorn

Bliss

Bliss

A Poem by Kelly M.


Romantic, somewhat sad poem filled with what bliss is! :)
What is Hell?

What is Hell?

A Poem by KittyStarr1101


I wonder in school a little too much.
Waiting

Waiting

A Poem by KittyStarr1101


Meow
Ashes of Angels

Ashes of Angels

A Poem by KittyStarr1101


I actually made this in the Summer.. Found it last night. Was a song for my band but, didn't work out.
Cloudburst

Cloudburst

A Poem by RFDIII


Something tore apart the clouds;Was it you?Were you proud?Were it zephyr from the eastto make my zenith bloom?Or perhaps you sighed beneath a tree,sou..
kenopsia

kenopsia

A Story by Saranda


The haunting emotional aftermath.
Secret Keepsake

Secret Keepsake

A Poem by Lushan


Secret Keeper of secrets. Rising behind the cloud, holding the night up, letting the words blow from your lips in sibi..
Lost

Lost

A Poem by Ethale Captor


Please excuse my forlorn style of writing.
Grasping

Grasping

A Poem by RFDIII


A lover whose love was lost makes a choice.
Down

Down

A Poem by RFDIII


I hate this hour of the night.The point where I desire sleepand these bones beg for rest,Yet I fear tomorrow shall onlyprovidecascades of repetition.R..
The Forest

The Forest

A Story by Brennan Garcia


A story I wrote one night after I was told something that made me sad.
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Zan


The rolling waves sigh in hushed tonesmoaning their deep grey miseryto the creaking boards of the heavy ships,whoever will stand and listen.They batte..
Oil against its lamp

Oil against its lamp

A Story by Pranav Malhotra


And then when u sit down under a high ceiling, a piano on your left arm, The tones of a half lit incandescent candle perched on a colonial holder, you..
Eremite

Eremite

A Story by L.M.Warde


Somewhere lost in wilderness, in the thicknesses of the forest, there lives an old man who plays a pan-flute in a way that no other can. His tunes..
The Hourglass

The Hourglass

A Poem by seraphicAlisah


There are times that we thought we could wait for a long period of time but the reality kicks in and tells us that some things are not meant to be our..
plot-less poetry

plot-less poetry

A Poem by Raj Shekhar Sen


a scribble
I am not lying

I am not lying

A Poem by Anita Singh


I am laying in a cupboard shack.The wind blows through it.It has followed me from Boston to this sheltered harbor,where I am less protected than I've ..

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