Tagged: life

poem about taking risks 0

Sleeping On The Edge

Poem Sleeping on the Edge can be dangerous you may fall or maybe not dreaming of a life unaware of it all is that our way of life? fear is born when we wake...

Priscilla Westra, poem about devotion and love 0

The Man Who Can

Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...

poem about energy 0

Crystal

Poem I want to know what it’s like To feel cool and clean Fresh and small To see without a history To be a mirror A crystal ball To feed all that’s alive Bringing...

short story about ruined life 0

Daisy

Short Story Josh was driving home from work in the middle of a summer storm. The rain had been pouring down all day, meaning that some of the roads were flooded. Being in college,...

poem about life and death 0

Life and Death

Poem   Life and Death The two facets of being. Each very different and similar living. Life and Death. The two faces of one coin, which shines through each and every mind Scanning and...

poem about flying high 0

If You Think You Can Fly

Poem At this height the attempt to tempt fate and take flight is tempting, but once you’re descending it’s too late to think twice. I feel like spreading my wings and giving in to...

poems about bittersweet love 0

Pink Kisses

Poem   The sun explodes into a million pink kisses only to be buried beneath the greys of dusk. I catch one, pretending it is from you. Bittersweet. your tears still enchant the day...

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Not To Say

Life Poem I wanna roll Not sit in this stall Wanna rediscover the sights Not from in these wall Plenty out there to see Not seeing it all from in here Knowing I can...

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The Perfectly Imperfect Life

Non-Fiction Everyone wants perfection. Humanity thrives on the mere idea of reaching a stage of ‘perfection.’ The definition of perfection varies from person to person. Vast, like the universe. But at every stage of...

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Watch Your Step

Poem Wandering in the morning light Change is happening left and right Will change take me by surprise? Or will it pass me by? Sweep me away But don’t kill my history Give me...

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Yardwork

Haibun Fresh-cut grass soaks in the sun. Already sweaty and sore, I crank the starter rope of the chainsaw — the same one that leaked chain oil in the carrying case. After a prayer...

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A Collection of Short Poems III

Poems   Nought If everything is everything and nothing is nothing and you have become my everything then what am i?   Nowhere to Hide   The scum always rises like bubble gum bubbles...