A quiet grove stands, dappled in sunlight, surrounded by a loop of broken road. A pond and woods sit unkempt and still, with no sounds of adventure. A wind whistles past the doghouse, but no longer past

The Sunday school teacher speaks of Noah's Ark. The animals march, the dogs bark, cute crocodiles smile at the patriarch, and nothing, nothing is remotely dark. This greatest human tragedy, we teach our

A Fender flanked by pianos stands in the shop window, blue lightning bolting across its crimson face. Motionless, Malone studies it silently. His birthday behind, Christmas six months off. Visions spark

A day's end The sun dips My last sunset Image Source

Hello, Steemit! It has been a long, long time since I posted. My wife and I will celebrate our tenth anniversary this summer, and I wrote a poem for her. You are getting it here first though. :D Grey rolls

The slow breakers rolled somberly, sighing of lost love and sailors, up on to the smooth sand dunes, stretching silently for miles, themselves troubled in thought sitting, searching the stars showing in

The parched and thirsty ground drank their sweat, their tears, their blood. Beaten backward, the leftmost flank allowed the enemy, rank on rank, to pour about them like a flood. Crackling in their midst,

Homeless humanity, hopeless, adrift, under Roman rule, reeling, sad, was drunk with despair, its dying gods silent, its Stoics, so stern, strong for no one, its Epicureans jaded, eating joyfree. Homeless

"Join the StarCorps! Join Today! See the Galaxy! Save the Day!" Repeatedly the jingle rings within him as Mark paces about the main chamber of the small ship shooting from Pluto to some distant

Lazily drifting, alone, in light and darkness, its last fuel-cell spent, lay the ship in orbit. The remaining crew, ruddy, in red lights sweating, carefully calculated, cold reason following, salvation

Across a valley in August weather, Goliath of Gath goads Saul's men, calls down curses, cowards makes of the people of promise, proud in his strength. A son of Jesse, a shepherd boy, hears this warrior's

Women there walk, white dresses flowing. Courtyards echo cooly, concealing children at play. Bakers smile; bread beckons, brown and fresh, to the crowd, passersby, on foot and horse, purple-clad and humble.

haiku contest thinking so hard nothing This was written for dbooster's Haiku Contest. Image Source

The tall trees sway. Underneath, children play, sing songs in the shade, prance around the glade. The happy breeze blows, and only God knows what will be, or not; they give it no thought. They dance and

Ozymandias At twenty, he stared into the eyes of a tiger, old and tired. Uncaring, he hung it in his hunting hall. During the Great War, decorated for gallantry, he was the toast of his hometown. He settled

Alone in the Heavens The man at the bar manages to maintain composure in the midst of the crowd, all clamoring for more songs and drinks, singing and laughing. He's far from home and all familiar things,

Welcome to Worldbuilding with Whoshim! I have been working on building a world for some time now, and I thought I could share some things that I have learned over the years about it as well as share what

Darkness closed, descended around him, his sword alight, held aloft. Scattered about, the slain, his kin, lay, mangled and twisted, mighty no longer. "Wyrm of evil, wreathed with hate, the sun will

Alive Silence. Breath slides in, is held, as his eyes narrow focus. Next to him, his opponent hits and pulls. Green tufts go up as the sphere begins to slice through the distance dividing them. Sphere.

In the past year, I read two books by J.R.R. Tolkien - King Arthur and The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun. Both of these books have a similar alliterative style. In the notes for both books, Christopher Tolkien