Fiction and poetry

LA GRUTA DE LOURDES Saludos amigos de la colmena, hoy me gustaría compartir estas décimas a la Virgen de Lourdes, las compuse en su homenaje ya que en mi comunidad el día martes se estará efectuando en

Prose Poem

Hola queridos amigos bendecido domingo en esta ocasión quiero compartir con ustedes unas coplas que escribí a la comunidad donde me crié y he vivido por más de 30 años. Además les mostrare algunas fotografías.

Fuente Inglés Hello, friends, I would like to share with you a ten-line poem I wrote about Eleazar López Contreras, who was president of Venezuela from December 17, 1935, to May 5, 1941. López moderated

Free Verse Poem

Hola queridos amigos de hive, una de las cosas que me apasiona a parte de la música es conocer sobre la tierra y en esta ocasión quisiera compartir con ustedes unas poesías que escribí a nuestro astro

My phone was charging so I took a notebook and pen and scribble away.

Beautiful poem about good school girl illustrated with ai art

The divinity has supplied you with a sea of fishes Coral reefs let the fish lay their eggs Thus, you pollute the water with dynamite fishing And disturbed the sea bed Annihilated the reefs and exterminate

Do you know, The man who is your father? If he writes You won't read If he speaks you won't listen If he plays You won't watch. You don't know the man The way the world does You've seen him drunk And silly

The world is a terrifying place. I have to be strong. I can't show fear. I can't show my trembling hands Or anxious thoughts through my eyes My sighs Consume me Breath is impossible to keep When the world

Time and time again It doesn't get better It doesn't change It's just a stumble through Another day Another disaster It doesn't change Always the same Not what I wanted That ran away long ago But was it

Pixabay I realized it was real when I try to reach you, Your absence reminds me of your presence, How often I told you my struggle and hustle, Every moment mum I mourn you, You struggle out of the sickbed

What the hell am I? Who have I become? From a man who went to church every Sunday To a man who can't even call his mom on her birthday. I disintegrated This is not the life I want But what do I want? I

I let you in I let it out Everything and nothing sacred Was it wise? Was it safe? I don't know until it's done At the end of a lifetime. I hope in you I hope you're true Everything and nothing hidden Are

Another poem that I put over sound effects, and my first test of Dtube. @Dtube sucks. It failed the test. Soooo here it is manually posted where Dtube should have posted it if Dtube would allow me to add

Today is empty. But at least there're cats. Perhaps they can make me happy. And provide a moment of respite For a weary and tired soul. Tired of the dry air Tired and afraid that maybe this isn't my fate

Though it feels like I have lived a dozen lives My mind meditates on many more How it could have been How it could be How it really was If my perception was true. My dozen lives Haunt my eyes With memories

How foolish am I? To think it couldn't happen again. That someone could change That love could transform the selfish And I wouldn't get hurt again. I give up. I don't need companionship. I don't need help

You're going to Hell. But not for the reasons you think. You ebb and flow in your faith Like anyone does But you restrain your mind And float about the outside Of normal. The empty vacuum of this world