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Tides of Doubt

Doubt and disbelief...

Tidal flow Ebb and fall Like the beating of my heart From strong to faint In an eerie lance of muted light Jealousy rises up in my absence And I lose my nerve I teeter as solid foundation Crumbles under me once more And I doubt. I see the words, I see the fluttering hearts I witness with envy The batting of eyelashes and The smirking of smiles Directed at you And I have to wonder Can I truly believe? Space reaches out Ins...

Opportunity Lost?

Disbelief and doubt are hard things to fight...

Forgotten on the breeze It slips past and is lost Opportunity comes to tease Says come and play Then dashes away Like a laughing child All gay and merry. You feel it slipping through your fingers Time... Life... Love You want to keep it Hold it close But you keep grasping at straws. The grains of sand Drift away on the wind. Oh, how you dream, yearn For all that you desire But never quite believe That you will ever truly...

Melancholy Mood

More of a reflection than poem, a commentary on mood

Strikes at the heart and oft times will not release mefor days I brood, my world a small focus inside my head At times no bigger than myself and the world just fades away. I lock myself away, not literally, just emotionally, Shut off all my receptors, ignore those that matter, those that care Lose myself in the unquiet of my mind and float in a Seething mass of unhelpful feelings. Dreams and wishes jump at me, Wants and n...

New Beginnings

Each day finds us on the edge of the future

New beginnings On the brink of the future I tentatively make a print on unsullied white virgin snow. Will I be able to take a clean, sharp, tidy route? No messy scuttles. No smudges or side steps. Straight onwards to the shining new future. What will it hold? Living every second on the edge of Time I remember, in childhood, thinking each new day took me closer to the day I would die. Now I can treasure each moment and ope...

Who am I?

All the things you can be

I am an aching limb I am a child who wants to learn I am a feather who gets blown away I am a trembling drop of water Clinging on until I fall I am joy of creation I am the cushion supporting your back I am the cry in the night I am the root of a problem

Seven Trees

Seven trees dance in the light.

The 7 trees The seven trees Once bare limbed Gather their summer robes Swirling around them As they dance in the wind Luminescent bursts of light appear Through hand span sized leaves Olive green, yellow ochre Dipping and swaying in the wind Shadows moving as the sun arches Its way across the sky Leaves, olive green On grey cloudy days Yellow on sunny days Against diamonds of light Draw a curtain across the busy road So b...