Prose

A Feeble Word
One simple word. Only four letters long. Used to simplify or label an experience that is indescribable. Love. The use of such word varies in meaning. Not just throughout time or between people, but with each experience, spark, situation, and even sentence. To say the word is rather feeble.
By Sady Bayne 2 years ago in Poets
Some days I wish I were a walnut. Top Story - February 2024.
Some days I wish I were a walnut, And thought my shell to be the extent of the world. I'd know every crevasse, every wrinkle of my shell
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Lost Path. Content Warning.
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Odes to First Love. Content Warning.
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher. Content Warning.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
My Rendezvous with Life
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Highly Sensitive People
The highly sensitive will tend to be philosophical or spiritual in their orientation, rather than materialistic or hedonistic. They dislike small talk.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Poets
Disposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Vocal, I love you...
Are creators who Don't post their social content... Content creators? /// P.S. Look, poor Vocal admin, I love your boss. I really do. They're my one and only. This is no casual break up or tear down. Others have tried, but ultimately they all fail, and I find myself back here. We have a problem, though--not a big one, mind you. Still, one that I think we need to have a chat. Here's the thing. I do this as a hobby. Someone's probably, rightfully, going to hop into the comments and say how I need a website. They're right, but again, that's really infringing on the hobby/chore/job border, and I don't want to deal with that right now.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Unpredictabilyt
Days can be simple, diffuse or complex, it all depends on chance, the will of God, to which we are subject, the singularity of existence, the awakening of faith, a gift from the creator. In this set of events, at any given moment, in an inexpressible time, contained in a prayer, we are surprised to see all our longings, hopes and charms materialized. That day we say:
By marcia regina miranda de oliveira2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Rainbow. Content Warning.
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Writing Love
"I will now initiate you, she said, into the greater mysteries; for he who would proceed in due course should love first one fair form, and then many, and learn the connection of them; and from beautiful bodies he should proceed to beautiful minds, and the beauty of laws and institutions, until he perceives that all beauty is of one kindred; and from institutions he should go on to the sciences, until at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science of universal beauty, and then he will behold the everlasting nature which is the cause of all, and will be near the end. In the contemplation of that supreme being of love he will be purified of earthly leaven, and will behold beauty, not with the bodily eye, but with the eye of the mind, and will bring forth true creations of virtue and wisdom, and be the friend of God and heir of immortality."
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets