Free Verse
'TWD' Anthology
King County Never had I dreamt the perfect world would lie in waste... in dust and grime... the rocks of Atlanta still in an eerie silence... the Mother of all halted by a meaningless betrayal. Tears of the once brave litter the earth beneath the steps of a father, a leader of the lost. Must democracy reign amidst dictators or shall a savior emerge, offering protection against the connection to the poisonous forest - venomous by nature, experimenting with the living. It mocks those who lament over the front it has up, disorienting and diminishing what little will is left. Empty holsters with pistols held at temples - justification for the new world, the once perfect world.
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets
Valentines Poems/Rhymes, Format or None Contest
Chocolate-covered pretzels and Truffles were the prizes. I have T-shirts and other gifts but you just have to give me chocolate for a Valentine's prize of this size. So many friends entered. Most that have participated before, Many contributed six or seven entries.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Burn the Ships
I smell like smoke. My hair, my clothes, probably my breath. I grew up in Canada and we had wood-burning stoves for heat, so we all smelled like smoke, all the time. We were nose blind to it. What a weird saying.” to be nose blind.” but we all know what it means without having to be educated on it. As I got older, smelling like smoke was one of those things that either meant you were at a bonfire with friends and having a wonderful time, or you were working out in the field,burning brush and dead trees. Both of those scenarios being favorable to just sitting in the house watching TV.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
