Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • Where Poets Come From (part two)

    So to conclude this matter, poets come from the deer prancing through the meadow, or the flower blooming in the field. Though many flowers may be blooming with it, there is no telling which of them will be picked. Poets can come from the sky, or even f...

  • Prose of Priscilla, Poetry of Paralee

    If middle school was a kingdom, then Priscilla would surely be the queen. She was tall, graceful, pretty, and interacted well with people. She wore stylish, trendy clothes, and was the one that people strived to please. Priscilla was adored by the tea...

  • The Poet's Myth (Poet Origin Challange)

    Once upon a time there was a painter, a writer, and a musician. They lived upon separate mountain tops, perfecting their craft. Each the others’ inspiration, for you could hear the music flow through the mountain winds, and sheets of story floate...

    • Author: DirtMap
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Ballad of Sir Wathingham

    Jetin the bard stood fingering his mandolin as he listened to Sir Wathingham drone on about his latest adventure. He knew he would be expected to recite every one of Sir Wathingham’s deeds to townsfolk far and wide, yet he could not force himself...

    • Author: April Raines
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Between The Trees (Part 2)

    Pine trees. A vast forest of Bristle-cones. Seemingly impenetrable without the barbed pines tearing one’s meat from bone. Their height impress that they are old. Born at the dawn of modern man. Beautiful gods. Took their time to tread into splendor. ...

  • A Writer's Advice to His Son (Two words: "calendar" and "crumb") (Mature)

    Don’t trust the beauty of the poet. The sparkling crumbs she offers, doled out piece by niggling piece, aren’t a sign of discretion but rather proof of a stingy heart. Instead seek a writer of prose, one who ladles out her gifts in dollops....

    • Author: DennisYG
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • She Looks Like You {Poem}

    Something about the way she sits, sending warnings to all around. They leave her alone; except for a few men, either brave or stupid enough to try getting within her fortress walls. She holds her umbrella, point down, like a sword, ready at any second ...

  • Rain

    The sky was covered in shades of blue and grey with rain drops slicing through the clouds. She stepped out of the gym, spinning her blue and white umbrella. She inhaled the gentle cool breeze in her pores and felt the mist of rain on her face. She walk...

    • Author: Mr. Reeses
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Search

    I’m looking for you But you can’t find me I want to be with you You don’t know who I am That fleeting shadow That breeze in your window That voice you hear when no one is around Those eyes that watch you Those arms that hold you And n...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Everything That You Don't See

    It burns to feel things I wish it would stop I love you, it burns I hate you, it burns I’m angry, yet it’s still burning The fire is out of control It all hurts endlessly My words, they all come out senselessly And as always I bear the pain...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Closet Poet, Commissioned

    “I was more reckless then, see. My days were saturated with cigarette smoke and my girlfriends’ perfume.” Trisha Macintosh, therapist extraordinaire, leaned back against her seat, smiling wryly as she tapped her lip with a pen. “...

  • Love After Death (Poem) (Tag Cloud Challenge)

    The summer’s light on watery waves Came shining through the sky. Aboard a flawless sailing ship, The guests sat close and sighed, And watched, beneath an arch of wood, The groom stand waiting by. A box was wheeled along the deck As petals led the...

    • Author: j. smthng
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Old Record

    I’ve played so many rounds in this game called love, by now my heart is a skipping record with unwanted scratches and scars from being played over and over again. The needle digs in a little deeper each time scratching out the simple minuet of my rus...

  • The Measure of Man

    A heavy bag hangs from his Belt, Lace gathers at his throat, Adorning regal shoulders is A macaroni coat. Though decked in some such finery, Tis prudent, make no err’ Though his stature makes for comeliness, Low is his character. So sings the man, wh...

  • SLOW down

    Please, read this aloud and with a different enunciation on the different fonts S H u F F l e, S H u F F l e, step step step, Hurry Up! Hurry Up! S H u F F l e, S H u F F l e, bEEp, bEEp, bEEp, Hurry Up! ONE Hurry Up! TWO Hurry Up! THREE bEEp bEE...

  • Autopilot

    This is from my book, (unpublished) that I wrote in verse about personal experience and healing…this is one of the more depressing, but profound parts. The spaces that provide an awesome visual for the reading won’t show up, but I still lik...

    • Author: K-Jellybean
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Torment

    originally published at 01:39AM on Sunday, November 25, 2007 The room is hot, the walls are wet, My forehead’s drenched with salty sweat, I struggle against rusted chains, my body’s coated in regret. With a loud creak from behind me, I scream i...

  • From the Past

    The computer beeped. When Paul didn’t raise his head, it beeped again. He groaned, reaching over to fumble at the keyboard, knocking progress reports off the desk. He had gotten less than four hours of sleep a night for weeks on the dig. “C...

    • Author: bluefish
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Leaving

    Leaving the city behind lights, neon bright painting the night music echoing off the buildings in a desolate street. The world’s inside as I’m here, walking away on a long, dreary road to the plains of solitude where my destiny waits.

  • Three Diamantes

    Joy // Despair Joy light, soft whistling, singing, laughing friends, family, loneliness, abandonment sobbing, crushing, dying regrettable, insurmountable Despair Lost // Found Lost scared, confused searching, wandering, panicking someone, anyone, joy, ...

  • Singing the Praise of "Hallelujah" [poem]

    I hand you several variations of the same song; each time lyrics change, something new is found, previously undiscovered but nonetheless intangibly true. John Cale slipped past Scripture to modern pain. Buckley’s single, weary sigh betrayed the t...

  • (just a poem)

    As time steals by and the years grow gray, We turn to the songs of yesterday. When the world was new and the skies were blue And everything seemed so real and true, And we dream and long, for the tender song, While memories crowd like a restless throng...

  • A Little Poem

    He said write poems, So I wrote him a poem. I hope he enjoys.

  • Inspiration, or Lack Thereof (sonnet)

    As far as my inspiration will go, Right now I do beweep its dried-up state. I wish that I had more to share and show, But oh, alas, it’s all I have to date. They call it Writer’s Block out on the street, Although, to us, it’s torture,...

  • Poor Edna

    There once was a girl named Edna, Who never brushed before bed-na. She went to the dentist, Found out she had tetanus, And now poor Edna is dead-na.