There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled...
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Wonder Stories
It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, and Sherry was slumped in a chair in the sitting room of her small cottage, lit only by the embers of the dying fire. She was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn't...
As we lie here in the afterglow of loving, With your head upon my shoulder, and your soft breasts Warm against my side, I gaze again in wonder, Upon your lovely face, so peaceful in repose, Remembering the many times before tonight When we have danced...
Where Did You Go?
No goodbye just gone.We met online and had a thing One day you just leftWe never ended our flingI'm really not impressedEmotions you let decideYour decision had no regard for meNo more sadness or tears criedI suppose we're both now freeI loved you each and every dayToday perh...
Thinking
What do you see?ThinkingWhen you look in the mirror,What do you see?Do you hide yourself?Or show everyone who you are?Do you think you're beautiful?Is it an illusion?Are you beautiful inside?More so than outside?Will you love yourself the same?As you do another?Some are...
The caterpillar,Who spends half of its lifeBound to the ground,Or clinging to a leaf,Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,But who, can you tell me,When it emerges with its beautiful wings,Teaches it to fly?
Delicate and Bitter
Be warned of the quiet of winter my child, for it enraptures the soul like none other.If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold yo...
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Who IS This Woman?
Wondering just WHO IS THIS WOMANWho Is This Woman… that lives a “world” away?Who is this woman… that can be so reserved?Who is this woman … that can seemingly be so mysterious?Who is this woman… and what does her heart seek?Who is this woman… I can almost feel?Who is this woman… that se...
On the Outside Looking In
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.When I look into your eyes of blue I see you. Then why do I feel as though I'm on the outside looking in. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see love. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see kindness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see joy. Wh...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you crawl through sunless hallsOf earthen elven making?Did you wiggle and slimy jiggleThrough giants' homes, a-shaking?Whe...
In my next life will I be a part of this human race?A man or a woman again having to find my place? Will I be an eagle in the heavens able to freely soar?Maybe a lion large, free of heart with a mighty roar? A tree that can grow tall and straight toward t...
Lifeless Stencils
A window that yearns for a ray of lightA pitiful act, a devious plan The play of the mind, a simple question Where to be now, at this moment? It seems like something odd or naive, maybe Yet that thought drives dreams and create nightmares Lightness that thrives and darkness that pierces the so...
Tides of Doubt
Doubt and disbelief...Tidal flow Ebb and fall Like the beating of my heart From strong to faint In an eerie lance of muted light Jealousy rises up in my absence And I lose my nerve I teeter as solid foundation Crumbles under me once more And I doubt. I see the words, I see the...