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The feeling of peace when you're home
In the sanctuary of tranquil walls, Where solace dwells and darkness falls, The feeling of peace gently takes its flight,
First State Blues
In the afternoon, the sun closed in on setting just over the water in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. This prompted McDaniel Tatt to grab his guitar.
Skyler SaundersPublished 10 months ago in FictionLove isn’t sane
You were the kind I did not keep The kind that was mine “Keep me sane” I said “I can’t” you said Cry I did for you, over and over
Cerina GalvanPublished 10 months ago in PoetsA Plagiaristic Poem From The Shelves Of The Cozy Dove
Introduction I was having a drink in the Cozy Dove which has some well-stocked bookshelves, there are a lot of books about cricket, but I thought there might be enough to create a sonnet. I momentarily thought about an acrostic using the pub's name but then that might be too difficult, especially with the "Z", though there are books that start with the letter "Z".
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 10 months ago in Poets"A Pot Gummy's Embrace"
Once upon a time, nestled in a quaint little town, resided a gentleman by the name of Henry. A man in the twilight of his sixties, Henry found himself navigating the lonely path of widowhood following the recent departure of his beloved wife, Margaret. The burden of grief enveloped him, casting a long, desolate shadow over his everyday existence. Within his heart, the ache of solitude grew, amplified by the dreary winter that amplified his sorrow.
Alexander ToshPublished 10 months ago in FictionFORGOTTEN
Title: Forgotten Subtitle: Waiting for the Gone Chapter 1: The Abandoned House In a small, forgotten town, nestled among towering trees and a veil of melancholy, there stood an old, decrepit house. The once vibrant paint had faded, and the windows were broken, giving the impression of a place long abandoned. Its haunted aura deterred anyone from venturing near, except for one lonely soul.
George Oluwagbemisola victoriaPublished 10 months ago in FictionI Am Grateful
I am grateful for my life, I am grateful for my home. I am grateful for my son And never living alone. I am thankful for the air,
Rosie J. SargentPublished 10 months ago in PoetsPearl and the Dog Who Saved Her
Parents were screaming at each other again in the kitchen, behind the closed doors, but Pearl still could hear. She shut the door of her room and hid in the closet. Finally the sound didn’t come in anymore, so she turned her flashlight on and opened her fauna encyclopedia. So many different animals she would love to have as pets, but above all, maybe a small doggie. Mom didn’t really mind, but Dad was allergic to hair and very strict with Pearl. The grades that semester were still not good enough and the behavior not that stellar.
Katya DuftPublished 10 months ago in Fiction