Tags STORYTELLING
Stories of the PastA Poem by aurora kastaniasOnce upon a timeYou were important.Once upon a timeThey were inquisitive.They listened.They asked.They were fascinated and marvelledBy your stories of.. |
My Curly Hair Defines MeA Poem by TyMy Curly Hair Defines Me |
StorylineA Story by AmylineJames is a storyteller that enjoys using the creative power of other peoples' imagination- his stories are crafted out of suggestions given by his aud.. |
Odyssey of a PomfretA Poem by neelesh chandolaa ballad of a dead pomfret |
The night of the pianistA Poem by Moataz El SakkarA poem that tells a story of a night when I missed the piano.. |
Story Told By An Old OneA Story by Whitney ShawAn old Native American Indian man is telling a story to his grandson. His grandson does not know his Grandfather is very sick, and slowly dying. |
The Suicide KingA Book by E.R. AkleyThe Mad Hatter is summoned to home of the Queen of Hearts and is ordered to tell the story of what the realm was like before her reign. Has the realm .. |
StorytellingA Poem by Marissa Fromm.01 |
5:28 pmA Story by Raven StarhawkA harvested soul splits in two as a blinded nation rises to fall. Whispers cease a reckless heart forged by bitter envy upon a jealous dream. Fr.. |
Much More FoolsA Poem by Michael G. Smithwriters are a maddening bunch |
3/29/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt's decided! This train will surely take me to where I was meant to be. Yet I hesitate. The steam and commotion has made me lose focus on what it.. |
4/10/19A Poem by Andre PetersonMy morning has arrived. The ambience felt stale. I drew back the curtains and came face to face with a witches stare. I looked away shocked and sta.. |
4/29/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt takes four years to get over the swells of her majestics. Pure lore in spite of the mess that trails me. And now I am strapped to this chair writ.. |
5/7/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI listened to your voice last night. The one where you kept repeating words of tasteless struggles. All that worries you. You shriek at the sou.. |
The forest.A Poem by Andre PetersonI stand alone, with fearful eyes and my shadows clone, my blood falls wet onto soft cool stone. The forest mocks my hunger, engulfing me whole. My .. |
7/22/2019A Poem by Andre PetersonI got lost again under the glow of these street lights. And after weeks, these hotels feel more and more like home. This city is very welcoming. A.. |