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Written Tales Prompt Highlight 1
Last week’s challenge for our writers, write a Cinquain poem using the theme, “Rain.” Presented here for your enjoyment are a few of the highlights. Rainfall Melancholic Taps its tears on …
The Nonsense Language of Flowers
What your flowers are saying about you. In Florida, I worked in a flower shop. Mostly as a delivery driver. Sometimes performing behind-the-counter duties. I knew a little about flowers. …
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Sometimes True Love Is Walking Away
Before I walk out that door,is there a word you might want to say?Maybe to say that you want me to stay.Because this love has …
Have You Any Lies You’d Like to Sell?
now here we go againwe say we want our freedomand who are you to keep us downit isn’t right that you should pave the way …
Tis’ The Season
She loved Christmas, in all its glory. Her favorite memory was of her as a child, sitting by the fire, sipping hot cocoa, listening to …
Appreciation
Let’s not crib about how this year could have been better,Instead, focus on our yummy gingerbread batter,We say that to each year as we wave …
From Turmoil to Bliss
As usual, the barrels ofthe city guns erect over the skyline, emit clouds of smoke anunseasonal downpour of ash flakes. This keyboard strikes morea note …
Follower Rests
Dust lifted in puffs unnoticed in the air. Dun cloth limped from the tabletops. Dancing swirls of light filtered across the space of a several …
Melancholia
The chill creeps inAs I sit in the window.Smoke puffs fromThe chimney next door.Ivy covered in frostAnd icicles fall;December sinks inLike a cold-shoulderedOld friend.I try …
Silos
Children,See silent monuments,Or rocket ships to the moon. Strangers,See picturesque beauty.The townspeople see the truth. Accusing,Skeletal fingers of fate,Entombing the town within their grasp. Mocking,The …
Riddle Rille
A part of a needle a plant and to view a river of fame domestic charade to stamp or to cease and one way to …
Christmas in the Pandemic
I Previously he always loved Christmas. Night before catch ups with friends and familywho weren’t coming for lunch the next day. Wrapping the last of …
Christmas Day
Late afternoon but it felt like midnight slouched on the couch in a drowse the room lit by the television my father started to snore …
A Season To Remember
This season— A weird sole to cite Till the Apple’s doom. For the prickles And Holocausts That cowed our big blue. Ogre dipped down In …
Why Poems?
Why do we write poems, or is it why should we write poetry? It depends on one’s objective. For some, it’s a way to pour …
A Season To Reflect
It’s a season of unrest, a reason to reflect upon the temporality of things, of people — the abrupt losses before we truly find; Life’s …
A Christmas Tale
Thin, white candles teetered at the end of the small, pathetic looking tree. The branches struggled to hold up the few baubles Mama had secured …
Within Us
You will bring me plastic blue roses and I will think how I crossed the line again. I see you in my mirror. I am …
By the Pier
enveloped in darknesson the soft grasswithout care for the world’s viewnor desire to know where we were we listen to the sound of the universeblinded …
Lies
We’ll be there soon. Not long now!It’s definitely cold enough to drink…It’ll still be warm. You’ll make lots of friendsIt wont be the same as …
How to Meditate
-eyes close- legs cross feet fizz pineal pumps; fantastical reams chimerical dreams screen on id’s secret cinema; its ego v superego as mind body spirit …
Today
The energy radiates from a man Across the street — He flaunts his wide arms Letting them go aimlessly As if he owns this place. …
Love’s Short Tale
Once Upon A Time, there was an island where all Sentiments were living together in peace; Happiness, Sorrow, Knowledge, Arrogance, Love and the rest. One …
Porto, Portugal: A Hidden Gem
Portugal is a beautiful European country located in the Iberia region, near Spain. It was part of the Roman Empire since the 3rd Century BC, …
Their Shoes
I stared in horror at the mountain of shoes, smelling of sweat, dirt and pain. Each shoe a part of an identity, ripped away from …
The Sacrifice for Hope
I came from a place, Of terror and war The screaming and punching guns In a constant destroying race I came to seek freedom In …