Writing

We Like Trees

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

We like trees.Rocks. Crows.Trees are good.Shade. Food. Wood.If they leave,we'll leave, too.Snow. How comesome there, none here.Sun can killor be fun.G..

Not like a figwort

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercupwith sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,an ash if his ..

Outside the Circle

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

I am outside the circle of sex. Just as well. Population control,the biome's survival instinct. Or I'm old. Lookin mirror, skin over bones. Young girl..

The Happy Tectonics

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Next to my son's angerplate tectonics are nothingto me. His unhappinesswas caused by me.His purpose and mineis to catch photons andstore them in our b..

Bones of Reflection

A Poem by Ashley Rachelle

This is just a poem about people and the emotions they feel when uncomfortable in their skin. Its not real detailed, but you can still see some inter..

The Finely Adorned Temple

A Poem by Stephen

There is a templethat is finely adornedif only known what lies withinit would be mourned The Temple is beautifulthat's easy to seefor the outward a..

Desire

A Poem by Boudene

There is a burning desire in my soul Something so powerful and mystical Like flames that dance within my core Weaving through my blood and bones ..

Infestation

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Full of doubt. About survival of the species and my own.A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation,an insurgency that has left the sky n..

Sand & Stars

A Poem by sweetsaltywords

One of the first poems I made, haha.

Bones

A Story by Brenda Woods

Sixty word prose - no more, no less. This was a challenge; but a fun one!

This Not So Perfect Night

A Poem by Gypsy Dreamer

What could have been.

Delicate light

A Poem by eglantine

There’s fog in my brain tonight, freshly rolled in from the split-tongued harbor. Mist pales my skin; shivers keep me company. ..

Wrists

A Poem by Acromantula

Just a poem

A Strange Courting

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I never knew where she got the bones But she spread them out in the grate, And said to me that the way they fell Would tell her about..

Amantis Est Mentiri

A Poem by Anna

She lined her waist, oh; leather and silk,the shade under her eyes fell to teary moans.Her dreams, her mind, oh; of honeyed milk,rosy passion shivered..