Writing

Blame It On Boredom

A Poem by BLBrown

My best attempt at creative writing...something unexpected. This is a somewhat humorous poem about turning to writing out of boredom.

sarcastic assessment

A Poem by Heather Corti

I just love writing poetry and I thought this little "ditty" summed up what poetry writing is all about--hehe

Keen

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..

An older one of mine written in 20l0 poking fun at myself.......

Pearl of Words

A Poem by Empirik

only a normal thing

Life

A Story by ChervenkovaM

What is life?...

Words...

A Poem by Wolf

Took some time to think about everything...this is all that came in my mind.

Hulk Twain

A Poem by Thought Provoker

I used to wonder what it meant to “escape”,then I read and realized that with every word my arms grewstrongerand I held the power to visit..

WOMAN I AM

A Poem by TheReal

Yes I'm young. But I'm a woman I know how to forgive I know how to live I know real pain I gain. And lose. I'm scarred & bruised. My purpos..

SOUL SEARCHING

A Poem by TheReal

I'm delivering a lot of me in every package I'm a nomad so I travel with very little baggage I left a heart to venture out and build a new home I h..

STILL I RISE

A Poem by TheReal

While life lives itself it's living meThe time winds down slowly and endlesslyForever is never so now is the when to beI am the beginning so never is ..

KEYS

A Poem by TheReal

When he played the sax I heard lust and pain and sex He ripped through my scales Told many tales, he made my life a living hell But his hell is he..

OUTCAST

A Poem by TheReal

Apocalyptic thoughts Invade my pre historic mind My theory is big bang And my fossils you will find I understand it's importance I don't mean to ..

HIS SONG

A Poem by TheReal

I fell in love with a song he wrote...I felt like he knew my life,Like he felt my pain,Appreciated my gain,Like my joy was his,Like we shared that str..

In Other Words

A Story by Ruminating Archaeologist

Fated to die before her. I don't know why it was; why the fates had wound our tale together only to shear it every decade or so. We lived our lives, t..