Prose

Winter’s Gift: The Warmth Within
In winter’s hush, where the world holds its breath, A timeless calm blankets the earth’s breadth. Snowflakes waltz, their choreography divine,
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
The Glance Of Amor
Silence that creeps in the hind of sights, The beauty of the admiring glance that dances through the gleaming eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
"A DYSTOPIAN CHRISTMAS". Content Warning.
"In this world, there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.” as said by Charlie Chaplin
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Christmas Houses
After a long day of Christmas shopping, we all pile in the car, swing through a drive-thru, and set out on the two-plus hour drive home.
By Kelsey Clareyabout a year ago in Poets
Winter Bumper-Hitching
author photo giant conifer trees drip in iced frosting, guardians of the winter scape, while red, blue, green, and white sparkling lights on house peaks twinkle through their snow glaze.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
wishes these days
carefully formed, but misspelled words fill pages and pages of wants most pure. overcome parents offer fervent prayers to distant gods that go unanswered.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
**Trapped in the Circle**
Life shrank into a deep silence, Dreams collapsed under the weight of compliance. A phase when freedom was all there was, Laughter and joy untouched by any cause.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Past
In quiet corners of a forgotten world, where time moves slowly and shadows stretch long across cobblestone streets, lies a tapestry of memories woven with golden threads of nostalgia and sepia-tinted dreams. Here, the whispers of yesteryear dance on the breath of the wind, carrying stories of love, loss, and longing.
By Daliabout a year ago in Poets
The Ballad of JR Biden
"Lying about expenses on a personal tax return, or drug use on a permit for a gun that was never used, isn’t in the same league as Trump inciting a violent mob to attack the U.S. capital. Nor is it anywhere near Trump asking a state official to find 11,000 votes to rig an election, decades of business and financial fraud, a jury finding of sexual abuse and defamation, or staggering emoluments from foreign governments" (Salon, Haake, 12/09/24).
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
the mountain & me. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, I climbed a mountain. I had this line of people behind me who were pushing me, telling me this was the mountain I wanted. They even got me to the top, even when I resisted and tried to turn around. Eventually I gave up, choking on the high altitude.
By Suzette Riversabout a year ago in Poets
Embers of Eternity
In the stillness of winter’s first gentle breath, The world is cloaked in a shroud of soft death. Snowflakes drift like whispered secrets from the skies,
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
The Tea Kettle is Whistling
The sun is just breaking, Rosily blushing over the mountains. The modern rooster calls From its black mirrored pond
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets