Tags Nostalgic
~ I Could Hear Your Liquid MelodyA Poem byIf you listen you can hear, another half... in words, music, love, and distance. |
DERBYA Poem by jess foremanThe city i was born in, moved away from but wanting to return |
Memories of HerA Chapter by KuandioIt is a love poem that I wrote years after the actual time that inspired it. I'm not sure if it just for one person, various, or none, or maybe I'm ju.. |
Close to HerA Chapter by KuandioWhat is this essence, silent, but more powerful than a hundred ballads? Poured together, braided water, streaming from a Greek pi.. |
Retrospective GhostA Poem by EvianneSpeaksThis is what happens when my mind begins to wander. |
For ElyA Poem by MyOpenThirdEyeThe first poem that I wrote with comedy that went over well I was still obviously stuck on rhyme scheme though |
-_-A Poem by TUSI wrote this a few years ago, I was in a dark place as you might be able to gather for yourselves. |
Five Thoughts About HimA Poem by Angel RousseauFive Thoughts About Himby A.R.I. It's going to take more than creative storytelling to persuade people that you are a magical gift to women, a humanit.. |
Always Making ExcusesA Poem by Angel RousseauAlways Making Excusesby A.R.All morning and evening fortoo many consecutive daysI've tried to justify yourunrealized cruelty 'Oh he's having a .... |
A Sleep Song for an InsomniacA Poem by Angel RousseauA Sleep Song for an Insomniacby A.R.When you think nobodycan hear you, let melisten to the wayyour voice breaks inthe alarming daylightI need to know .. |
MirrorsA Poem by J. KellShattered Mirrors stare at meProposing truths and unrealityEverything I dreamed in the yellow hazeOf summer days, now long pastIn gleaming amber bottl.. |
Stranger In The PhotoA Story by AnonymousI look at this picture of familiar strangers a lot more then I probably should. I always wonder, what went wrong? What went right? You. You're out doi.. |
Small Town Library (Stream of Consciousness)A Story by Hannah EllsworthSitting in a small town library. |
The TreesA Poem by Ryan RobinsonThe roots of who we become is passed down from who we surround ourself with. |
Rivers of GoldA Poem by gabiaimeeone of those nostalgic sorta times.... |