Posts tagged ‘stories’

July 1, 2022

#83 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = 

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January 10, 2021


by Venkat

shimmer soft, sedate stories
slither sounds, supine spaces
silent strikes, sublime stars

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February 18, 2018

Sometimes stories are to be searched for.

by dharkanein

Sometimes stories are to be looked for

The words are to be weaved in

Some emotions are to be beaded

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January 17, 2018

Shoe Boxes

by Alanna

When I die he will find them

Decades of my life

Stored in shoe boxes upstairs

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January 6, 2018

#153 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =


Upon A Time

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved


October 16, 2017

#83 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = 

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October 3, 2017


by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – Treasure*
1st Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Tombs timeless, talk tales
To time, to tombs, to truths
Trails, traits, trysts, triumphs
Tapered thoughts, tainted thrones
Tulips torn, tulips treasured
Touch tales, timeless tombs


August 30, 2017

Wet Feet Are Part Of Life

by Renwick Berchild

Worry about me later,
for barbarians are coming over the hills,
carrying long pikes and angry words,
searching for reasoning they do not possess.

My sleepless nights are a gene inside me,
melatonin leached from my skin,
my fascination with the moon, my dark monarch
taking flight to greet the lamps lighted.

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April 9, 2017

M1 in Winter (Watford Gap 1 mile)

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Mist enwrapped trees extinguish the low orange glow of the Sun
Taillights warm the twilight ahead
Headlights shine on traffic cones and road workers  jackets
Jagged shadows in a field reveal a ruined brick barn

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May 16, 2016

Fifty miles

by Jem Croucher


From Hampshire through to Sussex
I have walked o’er vale and hill
with a full pack on my back
yet my legs are working still!

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March 19, 2015

emerald and oak

by Lakshmi

i thought that i could find myself in slivers
of emerald and oak, pathways of leaves
and so i ventured into the woods of your
familiar dust-warmed fairytales
an avid quester.

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January 19, 2014


by dokurtybitz

Calls for blood,
Under the rising
Black sun,
A feast

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November 11, 2013


by crissybwell

I want to tell a story,
Something that will sweep across the world,
A tale so full of heartbreak,
It will touch the coldest soul.

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