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Ocean FloorA Poem by Richard MuellerThey call the ocean another world, alien-like. Aren't we like the ocean? |
PREYA Poem by Sylvia ChikaHe had her just where he wanted her Naked and helpless Her lips were quivering He could smell her fear It smelled like “prey”.. |
PreyA Poem by NebulaMy foot is bloody The bear trap has closed on me I scream for help Nothing moves No one comes to help me The snow is becoming red Trees close their e.. |
My New LifeA Story by AurafiexA newborn vampire come to terms with what remains of her humanity. A story set in the City of Midnight. |
The ..A Poem by angelHaving no fear. Taking what you want and not stopping. The prey comes close. As in the forest you wait. |
MidnightA Story by AurafiexAn origin story to the City of Midnight, and the birth of the first vampire. |
The Spider the Snake and the CrowA Poem by LuciaA spider ebbes back and forth against her web so as to mimic the reverberating tension of those once ensnared. She cannot handle the loneliness of it... |
A self-preyA Poem by pinguPreyInoperable and non-disposable. That is my unfortunate fate but my own prey. It’s self-inflicted but no one can know that. |
Tiger, TigerA Poem by Hasan669Today was International Tiger Day, and this poem written a few months ago, is dedicated to the Tiger. |
The Water HoleA Poem by Earl SchumackerMixed company and action at the drinking spot. |
Every Man Has a DreamA Poem by Michael R. BurchEvery Man Has a DreambyMichael R. Burchfor BethEvery man has a dream that he cannot quite touch ...a dream of contentment, of soft, starlit rain,of a .. |
EarthboundA Poem by Michael R. BurchEarthboundby Michael R. BurchTashunka Witko, a Lakota Sioux better known as Crazy Horse, had a vision of a red-tailed hawk at Sylvan Lake, South Dakot.. |
Like Angels, WingedA Poem by Michael R. BurchLike Angels, Wingedby Michael R. BurchLike angels―winged,shimmering, misunderstood―they flit beyond our understandingbeing neither evil, n.. |
Vampires are such fragile creatures ...A Poem by Michael R. BurchVampiresby Michael R. BurchVampires are such fragile creatures;we fear the dark, but the light destroys them...sunlight, or a stake, or a cross―.. |
The QuestionA Poem by A Bohemian WomanIn the society of hunters and hunted, when is prey not a prey? |
HungerA Poem by Andrew DurbinSilent through dead leaves and grasses it sneaks,Stalking its prey near the rivers and creeks,Knowing that soon, the poor creature will die.And then i.. |
Death In MotionA Poem by Ronald K. ReddoutA poem touching on generalized events happening to soldiers both during and after the Vietnam War. |
The NoctambulateA Poem by ed purchlaNA. |