Prose

The Christmas Countdown: A Poem of Twinkling Lights and Reindeer Flight
Tiny bells and jingle toes, snowflakes dance on frosty nose, Trees with lights like fairy stars, shining bright, no room for cars!
By Sunil Kushwaha3 years ago in Poets
It's not about You
It's not about you and it never has been I know that sounds rude and harsh but it's true, none of us are special in the grand scheme of things
By Donny Foley3 years ago in Poets
Four Gifts
Under the Fraser Fir tree Just for you and me Four Christmas gifts each All within easy reach One item each to wear Out here and there
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
"HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024". Content Warning.
This is the end of 2023. I sigh, I say, woe is me, then I look back at 2023, realized I should be happy as can be. I survived major surgery 2022.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
Beauty
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
P.O.O.R.
Hey you! Yeah you! you lil’ ol’ peasant you! You are P.O.O.R. only because you are a Product Of Own Revenue. It’s bad when it’s freezing outside and your checking account is below zero too.
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Poets
Drifting
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
His Glory Be
His Glory Be At home in my own bed now, hiding, covers over head; Head swimming with the thoughts, of all things done and said;
By Robin Tranquil3 years ago in Poets
The Baker and the Nomad: A Sweet Story of Unexpected Love
James first saw Maya through a steamy window, her laughter like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. She was humming, hands dusted with flour, a halo of sunlight around her fiery hair. He was lost, a tourist in a cobbled city, but that melody, that smile, became his compass.
By Sunil Kushwaha3 years ago in Poets
Pink Bower
Come and sit Under The perfumed awning Enjoy the scents The blooms With me Cuddle up On the pink seat Hold my hand Kiss me
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Mouthwatering Excursion With Pumpkin Pie
Oh, the pumpkin pie is one of my favorite pies for Thanksgiving. Nothing is better than a warm, spicy flavor full of cinnamon nutmeg with hints of clove.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
1 + 1 = me and you
Just you and me, baby Together till the end You won’t have to pretend There’s no maybe * 1 + 1 = you and me, baby On this, you can depend
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets