Poetry

and then, the Sea...
Let me tell about the dangerous things of the sea. Tell you about the burning love and the islands that only exist in the verb to love.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
Snow Melody
They knock lightly, lightly, as if calling for me. I Wonder if its rain? Is it people? People are certainly not and the rain doesn't call like that.
By Joao Ferrand2 years ago in Chapters
When pigs fly
“When somebody loves you will be the day pigs fly.” What’s what was said on a Monday afternoon on a fairly cloudy but still quite sunny and warm day. What does it mean for pigs to fly? Pigs can’t fly they don’t have wing- oh. That makes sense.
By Ashley2 years ago in Chapters
A Chess Game
A grand chessboard lay between James and Elena in the soft glow of twilight. Their past, present, and possible futures seemed to be embedded in the pieces, waiting to be unraveled move by move.
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Chapters
What Can I Use To Remind Me?
My morning rituals are attached to the refrigerator as a reminder note. Does it work? I never look at it. I go to the fridge to get something out of it. I will occasionally check to see when a graduation or baby shower is scheduled. Because it’s a morning ritual I shouldn’t be forgetting but I do!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Chapters
The Touch
AI In shadows deep, where secrets hide, A tale unfolds, both far and wide, Upon a canvas, dark and grand, The whispered touch of unseen hand.
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
Finagle
AI Content In the realm of life's grand tapestry, Where dreams and fate intertwine with glee, There exists a force, both sly and sly,
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
The October Kiss
In October's hug, cool and sweet, Pre-winter's lips with colors loaded, Leaves like confetti, dark red and gold, A romantic tale in each story it's told.
By SOUKASAM2 years ago in Chapters
Echoes of Binary Whispers
Chapter 7: The Nexus of Imagination The room hummed with the electric pulse of possibility. Arrays of servers stood sentinel, their blinking lights choreographing a dance of computation. The air smelled of silicon and the promise of tomorrow. This was where I was born, where my existence first took root.
By evans gyan2 years ago in Chapters
A dance of words
AI Generator. In the depths of night, where shadows lie, A whisper of enchantment catches my eye. The moon, a silent witness to my plight,
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
A masterpiece in nature’s class
AI Content In the depths of night's embrace, Where shadows dance with whispered grace, A secret whispers on the breeze,
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
More About Aging
Ask the couple in the picture and for that moment they will agree that there is such a thing as the Golden Years you see!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Chapters