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Why The Sun Sets
Long ago, Sun was floating in a void with only Earth for company. However, they did not talk much since Sun was always burning hot and bright and Earth was so quiet. This made both Sun and Earth extremely sad and lonely. Sun did not know how to become friends with Earth. He knew Earth did not like his heat and burning, but Sun could not help it. Frustrated, Sun could not sleep and lack of sleep made him cranky. His anger caused him to burn even hotter. With all of the shining and burning, Earth became sick, dry, and barren. Only dirt and rock could be found. Earth tried to get Sun's attention. She first spit fire, but she was not strong enough and the liquid fire would shoot up only a small way and then dribble down the sides of her rocks and valleys. She also tried yelling and throwing rocks at Sun, but Sun still did not hear or notice. Sun was too wrapped up in feeling sorry for himself and being cranky. It was a difficult and hot time for both Sun and Earth.
Becky CarterPublished 9 months ago in FictionMerle Oberon (1911 – 1979)
The day dreams have started again. I’m an imaginary 1940’s screen writer and I’m out of ideas. I’ve paced up and down my office lighting cigarettes. I reach towards a book shelf and because I think in film tropes I have to blow the dust off the cover of my hard back edition of Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights.”
Rachel RobbinsPublished 9 months ago in GeeksInk of the Soul: A Journey Beyond Words
I write to free my soul, To let my thoughts soar, Above the clouds, Beyond the stars. I write to express myself, To share my emotions wth the world,
Rohit GuptaPublished 9 months ago in PoetsTied to a star
Do you know why I love you so? It is not tidy or neat, not to tuck safe in a box. It is not easy to say in a word, or wrap with a bow,
Merrie SandersPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOde to a Horse
Majestic creature Full of power and grace With your long, strong legs And mane that flows as a river Your tail whipping like the wind
Mother CombsPublished 9 months ago in PoetsHere and Gone
we came to know you in May. just a tiny pink plus. a love like none we had ever felt. a rush of joy, hope,
Madelyn BoughterPublished 9 months ago in PoetsEchoes of A Vanished Love
In the hollows of my ribs, an ancient battleground lies, Where veins once vibrant, now fray and compromise, As taut ropes snapping, pleading for him to abide,
emad afsaryPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPoetry-Not for Me
I’ve been on Vocal now for over a year and a half. During this time, I’ve noticed a growing trend towards poetry. Maybe I’m old and set in my ways, but that style of writing has never held my attention. Let’s face it, no one in the real world speaks that way.
Mark GagnonPublished 9 months ago in Poets