Writing

To Disappear

A Poem by Anna

The world I fondly called "home" seems distant now,adrift in the timeless continuity we know as fragments.Empty voids between the flicker of violet-wh..

Lull Me In Lavender

A Poem by Anna

A white quartz crystalburied in ocean wavesand a little glass rose.I looked into sunsetsall for pieces of goldand found silver.But beasts; oh beasts!H..

Dreams Do Come True

A Book by TheAnniNicole

Violet Martinez is just an average girl who hit her head when she was young. It was then that she began to dream of the faceless boy and the most terr..

The Somnium Delusion

A Poem by Anna

They talk about the color of his sun-tinted spring tresses,the light and warmth that traverses his royal-born veins;in which flows crimson blood from ..

Radio Static

A Poem by Anna

The static is overwhelming.I want the noise of the radioto quiet all my peskybetween-station thoughts.I hate the late night lightsoutside in the winte..

Memorial

A Chapter by Ashe

April gets to know Violet's father, and what Violet doesn't say.

The Girl Who's Gone Now

A Poem by VioletValkyrie

A small Anaphora poem I wrote for an English class last year I came across and wanted to share about someone who had been in my life. Enjoy!

Violet

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..

A sonic poem. I poem based on the sound of the words as much as the words themselves. This one's a little out there though.

ROSES, VIOLETS AND OTHER CLICHÉ

A Poem by Moyo Esther

But what is us, what is the world Without love…roses, violets and those clichés.

Tribute to my Spaniel Violet

A Poem by Kathy Van Kurin

My husband and I miss our dear chocolate spaniel Violet. She went away Veteran's day at ten a.m. I held her in my arms as she drew her last breath.

Fickle

A Poem by Anna

There is not much left of me, In terms of sanity; it has leaked into oak bark and Leapt down cathedral halls To rest in woodland moss and deep in..

Thoughts In Velen

A Poem by Anna

My heart has leapt, it's fled, I don't know where it's gone. But still I linger to listen, to all of your ramblings-on. My chest is filled with ..

Blooming Violet, Early Morning Delight

A Poem by Henry Krone

Violet is that friend that feels like she knows you deeply, even if you don't know each other for long. But for a person who feels invisible, how much..