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By Bill Schultz
The title says it all, no?
I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself with that. This is only the first run through. I do not plan to revise this. It is what is - an exercise. I know this is not...
During the 19th and early 20th Centuries, women had no influence or power over their own lives. Even women born into a privileged lifestyle were given no choice or freedom of speech.
Women born into poverty were the worst treated in this society. There was a strict class division. All money in...
By Ronald Lee Bunch
This is a poem I wrote from my book Asteroid Auction.
Poetry | Updated Mar 2, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A memory awakened from that one memorable night of sweet passion that ended with laughter. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment and say your thoughts about this piece and how I may improve it. Thank you :)
My second attempt at poetry, and it handles quite a sensitive topic.
For times and brothers that are gone.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This came about from simple suggestion to begin writing something with the word "Woe".
What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close. Her voice, calling out my name; - haunting me.
Love letter to the Southern Highlands village, Bundanoon, Australia.
Talks about the turbulence societies have over us as individuals. We live in a world of judgements, conceptions, realizations,norms and values that we have to abide by.
By Rose Wolfe
The darkness of depression takes a hold.
By Diana Kouprina
I found a picture posdessed so much beauty and truth, that it inspired me to write this poem.
By Diana Kouprina
When I feel all is lost. My inner voice forces me to hang on.
Poetry | Updated Nov 22, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
By Adriano Bulla
A wedding, a celebration of polyamory and polygamy: four gr4ooms (or brides) walk down the aisle, each with their vows, each with a moment in their lives to remember: maybe, in another universe, how things could have worked in the novel The Road to London.
A short poem I wrote awhile ago. I will leave the interpretation up to you own imagination. I might add this to a short story I am writing.