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SplendorA Poem by Nance BrodyFor those that like storms |
Storms Passing ThroughA Poem by Bright Ocean StarIt's wet here, and has been for days. It is supposed to continue for several more. I just thought I 'd use it to my creative advantage.... |
Breathing in the MysteryA Poem by HelenaRemembering my Mother.... |
A Storm Is ComingA Poem by Aries1984Inspiration from some of this weeks weather |
Good Morning, SunshineA Story by PJ AckerThis short piece began as I huddled together with husband, neighbor and brother-in-law (the two cats escaped back into the house) during on of our las.. |
The HourA Poem by Alfred Kukitzawaiting the real more |
Hurricane LoveA Poem by Andrew RayneStorms are only beautiful at a distance. |
I Am RageA Poem by dillonjensenIn one of those manic states again where my creativity seems to flourish. |
Who am I?A Poem by Ricky WhitefieldThe tale of life unfolds only once. In such a precious and limited time, he searches for his own identity amid the storms. He seeks a safe haven for a.. |
Keeper of the Sacred TreeA Poem by Ron SpiceAll my life I've lived in a tree. It is a towering giant, With branches that carry the burden of the heavens. It has sheltered me against the viol.. |
Sail By God's Compass And MapA Poem by Stephen J. VattimoA poem about a wayward nation facing an ogre of a storm |
ForbiddenA Poem by AnnaI see her,and it is like I am seeing something I should not.As if she is sacred,as if I were darkness,and she were light.Two forces that cannot dance .. |
The ForgettingA Poem by AnnaDid you forget me?Locked inside your memory.Questions bloom like flowers,clock works tick in London towers.Did you forget me?Trapped inside without a .. |
SunshineA Story by AnkoStoneA poem that is a continuation of the chorus of the Nursery Rhyme "You are my Sunshine" |
Dancing AloneA Poem by N.S. BennettPour the ink through my veins All glittery black against the page Those words I spilled for you, for you I wrote my love on the stars in the deep b.. |
Choppy WatersA Chapter by SammichWhen I walk out of the shack, I can fully see Lenny`s stock of boats. I walk up and down the dock, scanning every boat for the perfect one. The.. |
Unto The ForevermoreA Poem by AnnaUnto the grave from whence it walked,a cold lullaby, sheathed in an icy gleam.Sink unto the heart from whence it cries,a bitter melody, forged in a Wi.. |
THE LIGHTNING FLASHA Story by Peter RogersonThe weather has become dreadfully predictable whilst a boy grows up... |