Prose

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 Tranquil2 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 Kushwaha2 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
By Mother Combs2 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 Daphsam2 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 Combs2 years ago in Poets
Smooth as Silk
K - Kissable Cupid’s bow I - Icy-colored lip gloss S - Smooth as silk S - Sweet as honey ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Kiss Me, You Fool. Content Warning.
Draw close to me Lean your head down to mine Kiss me, you fool * Put your arms around me Let me rest my head Hold me, you fool
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Your Kiss
Your rosy red lips, So soft and delicate, To kiss you is akin to dreaming, So sweet and intoxicating. * Your embrace causes me to melt.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Need
I need you I want you To hold me And don't let go * Tightly Lovingly Hold me And never let go * Give me your attention.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
To Love or Not To Love
to love or not to love that is what I must ask If I love, odds are I hurt If I don't love, I will never know It is a risk one must take
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
novel romance. Content Warning.
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much imagination is he really worth to me?
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets