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Villanelle to Shared Hiraeth

- Nostalgia yearns for places never found, We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs; Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.  The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound,  A song is heard, ...

By: Survivor | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 05 Apr 2017

It Must Still Be There

- That sanctuary is still there. In the valley where the live oaks grow Scattered across the landscape of hope. Turn down the lane to where the wonderful one is waving, Beckoning as you come down the ...

By: Survivor | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 10 Feb 2017

Master of All You Survey

- Was it important to be the master. To be in control. Was that important. Looking out across the vista of the valley do you really care anymore. Do you care that you can't be the master. The one in...

By: Survivor | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 30 Aug 2016

Keys

- Look by the door,   A row of hooks Hung with keys - Basement, attic, car All are useful   If you please   But one sits alone No door does it claim   That door is long gone   And all tha...

By: gypsy | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 09 May 2016

If These Walls Could Talk

- “Who is that?” “That’s not the girl…” “What happened to the girl?” “How long has it been?” The man and woman stood in the doorway of the second bedroom. Its bare white walls and softly carpeted flo...

By: Myvryn | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 22 Aug 2015

What IS That Smell?

- Slam dunk Do a bunk, Skunks abound Look around, Smells not good When it should, Catch a wiff 'zat the hound? Smelly old dog Wors'na bog, Dead fish rots Dog’s delight, Roll 'round goo...

By: gypsy | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 21 Jun 2015

Desert Dreaming

- Soft Desert Sands shifting As the wind blows The grains into dunes Drifting across the land.  Sighing xerophytic dreams Creating quartzite pyramids And robust succulent greenery  Singing adagios as ch...

By: Survivor | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 19 May 2015

winter

- What is Winter But a season of nostalgia Don't know what brings back more The coldness Or the coziness Fog of forgotten  rain of rememberence mist of memories: some beautiful some bad...

By: AshTrayFiasco | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 28 Feb 2015

Quiet

- Laying on my back, soft breathy girl's cries fading into the silence that had screamed your name earlier. The branches blown against the window, beat as my heart slows its rapid cadence. My finger...

By: Dianna | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.6| Added: 18 Nov 2013

In Memory of...

- It’s all so temporary. As days disappear on silent wings The patterns of cause and effect are rarely seen during the cyclical phases of life. Leaves fall and are swept away. The wind howls lou...

By: DianaShallard | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.2| Added: 25 Oct 2013

Home Is Where the Heart Is - Part One

- Her life of comfort seemed fair exchange  For penance served in a far off land  Neither heat nor hunger could beat her down  Spirit growing with every challenge met.  ...

By: Sherzahd | Category: Drama | Score: 2.9| Added: 05 Jun 2013

My Old Boots

- My Old Boots My 'monkey boots' when I was growing up were like two of my own best friends. Hardly a day did we spend apart, wherever we'd walk or wend. Two rugged bits of cobbled leather with scuff...

By: bri54 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.4| Added: 05 May 2013

The Coal Wagons

- The Coal Wagons The coal trains ran behind our houses from morning to night, twenty four seven, thundering down from the pit to the staithes at the river, where the coal was transferred from ...

By: bri54 | Category: Memoirs | Score: 4.6| Added: 19 Apr 2013

Dear Friends, Lost Angels

- Friends are the only angels that truly exist And this is the only world we will see, Thus gain of a friend's a true gain And dearly remembered, As we should do,  Ever  Shall. My mind often wande...

By: Survivor | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.7| Added: 09 Mar 2013

When the Oleander Bloomed

- In my youth we lived in San Diego, Or rather I should say, in Chula Vista. I was a youngster, watching the big show. The world was mine, flowering with delight. Nothing was lost to my eyes all...

By: Survivor | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 05 Mar 2013

Moving Out

- MOVING OUT The books are packed, taken from the shelves where they have sat for years, their titles waking memories with their silent words. I’ve taken down paintings from the walls, ...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 04 Nov 2012

Sinopem, or, Nostalgia

- the homeland enters the main vein her incomparable scent penetrates each body cell one stunning aroma after another thirsting for her, beyond any measure in hunger pangs captive in intense longing etc...

By: HulyaY | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 06 Jun 2012