Author: Emma Roberts

poem about mischief 1

The Devils Dance

Poem   When ebony doth fill the sky There comes a dance upon a hill When one and all have closed their eyes And all around the air is filled With tongues of fire...

Short Tragic Stories 3

The Storm Woke Me

Short Story   I was dreaming. I was dreaming of us. You and me. You were here. Lying next to me. I could feel your breath on my cheek. We ate scrambled eggs and...

poem lovers dance 0

Are You Still There

Poem Are You Still There? We were like dancers, on our toes, together gently, apprehensively, barely touching, averting our eyes, talking in riddles. Our minds pulled, tugged, reaching out to entwine, bodies keeping their...

poem about end of life 0

Velvet Sky

Poem   A new moon glistened And as we listened We could hear the virgins cry The gods were baying for their blood Up in the velvet sky The goat and the bull and...

poem about passion and desire 0

Digging Deep

Poem   Smile, smile that wondrous smile Oh! my precious, precious love Speak those words I love to hear And hush whilst stars stare so clear The sounds that echo in my mind In naked...

poem about being alone 0

Alone In The Room

Poem   The fan keeps on spinning To the sound of the dripping Tap steel still as a statue Alone in the room Blinding white light through The window that frames her Face white...

Travel Stories 0

The Bay

Travel Stories   From Boulevard Jean Jaures down to Rue Alexandre Mari the moonlight fell on everything, like a painter had dragged his brush, daubing the puddles from the evening showers so the water...

Denial Poems 0

The Denial

Poem Sweet taste of temptation Silent sound of your fear The beat of your heart And the taste of your tears Your whispers like dreams Still echo inside me Your hands, my sweet lover...

Good Poems 0

Shifting Sands

Poem   The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...

Short Stories 0

The Little Prince

Short Story   I think he was a sign. It couldn’t have been anything else. He came and stood right next to her. At first he turned away. At first she wasn’t sure. Nothing...