Poet and Poemallows talents like poets, writers, musicians and singers to upload their Profile, Audio and Video Performances to showcase their work and get featured to maximise exposure to a large extent.Our huge collection includesfree poems,quotes and sayingsof various types like short and long...
The portal lay un opened, but the frame still glowed in the shadows of the sombre cave. In a desert of torturing, immense heat, where scorching light, too blistering to be called sunlight, burns the dehydrated ground, was a tunnel, buried under the sand. In the tunnel there was an ever...
If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do? If a candle factory burns down, does everyone just stand around and sing “Happy Birthday”? Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavour, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons? Why is it that w...
"...wise, sexy, funny, and fathoms-deep..."— Booklist The Poetry Foundation + The Library of America present:Seven Poems by SAMUEL MENASHE Read "Cojimar"— a short story by ANA MENENDEZfrom her Grove/Atlantic collectionAdios, Happy Homeland 2011 Anderbo Poetry PrizeJudged by Debora Greger...
“At my age flowers scare me.”– George Burns “Open the bloom of your heart and become a gift of beauty to the world.”– Bryant McGill “Flowers don’t tell, they show.”– Stephan Skeem “Don’t just be my garden paradise. Be my flower of love.”– Anthony T. Hincks ...
her hair shining in the soft moonlight. she left me memories of two souls flying and you you you you you left me crying you left me crying. i’ve grown accustomed to being in love with you, being close to someone who shared my breathing. ...
A short story from my 1997 collection THE REALITY MACHINE. An absolutely bizarre creation, a funny and ghastly tale.Cliff Burns
Giggles. Well, it wasn’t funny to me. Having an abortion is not a form of contraceptive. On the other hand, I also witnessed twelve and thirteen year olds forced by their religious parents to carry a baby to full term despite the danger on the pregnant child, “Because it’s God’s...
Of course it was very fine, she said, but it made her think of poor Georgina Burns. Mr Browne could go back farther still, to the old Italian companies that used to come to Dublin—Tietjens, Ilma de Murzka, Campanini, the great Trebelli, Giuglini, Ravelli, Aramburo. Those were the...
By Robert Burns depicting Tam O’Shanter drunk. Leaving the pub Tam rides home on his horse Meg. A storm is brewing. He sees the local haunted church lit up, witches and warlocks dancing. The devil playing the bagpipes. Tam is still drunk, still upon his horse, ...