True story: an entire double rainbow has graced our sky for the last two nights in a row. What a potent feeling, to walk out into the street, light rain peppering my hair (or what hair remains, anyway), tickling my scalp I have my phone in hand, ready to take a picture, maybe post it somewhere, Facetok, Instabook, Tikgram. And then I see what I am doing, and pause I don’t need a phone to look at the sky All I need are eye...

There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...

It was nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, and Sherry was slumped in a chair in the sitting room of her small cottage, lit only by the embers of the dying fire. She was feeling totally out of sorts, facing a Christmas Day on her own once again, which wasn't at all what she had planned.ooOooSherry was a secondary school teacher specialising in Natural History at a large comprehensive school in a rundown area of town. She had...

As we lie here in the afterglow of loving, With your head upon my shoulder, and your soft breasts  Warm against my side, I gaze again in wonder,  Upon your lovely face, so peaceful in repose,  Remembering the many times before tonight  When we have danced among the stars in ecstasy,  Our perfectly matched spirits soaring high above,  As our bodies melt and fuse into each other  In the heat of rapture, our mutual passion ...

We met online and had a thing One day you just leftWe never ended our flingI'm really not impressedEmotions you let decideYour decision had no regard for meNo more sadness or tears criedI suppose we're both now freeI loved you each and every dayToday perhaps a bit lessI wish you did it another wayI guess you were stressedEach day we chatted about lifeSweet words crafted to each otherYou were single and I was a wifeWe were...

ThinkingWhen you look in the mirror,What do you see?Do you hide yourself?Or show everyone who you are?Do you think you're beautiful?Is it an illusion?Are you beautiful inside?More so than outside?Will you love yourself the same?As you do another?Some are beautiful outside,Yet they are rotten inside Some use their looks to deceive othersAnd some just love the attention Will they ever admit what they do?Will they ever see?H...

I am searching for something For what I do not know I feel alone with nowhere to go I am empty I cry and I am scared  Lonely and depressed My head hurts  I just want to close my eyes and never feel again The darkness is around the corner It opens its arms for me Please don't let it take me For I will never again be seen I am fighting but feel it is a loosing battle Am I strong enough this time To find my way in the dark H...

The caterpillar,Who spends half of its lifeBound to the ground,Or clinging to a leaf,Spins a cocoon and falls asleep,But who, can you tell me,When it emerges with its beautiful wings,Teaches it to fly?

If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold you would be that the breath in front of your face would no longer obscure your vision, its warmth a clash of two dichotomies, the complex construction of frozen atoms, and...

Who Is This Woman… that lives a “world” away?Who is this woman… that can be so reserved?Who is this woman … that can seemingly be so mysterious?Who is this woman… and what does her heart seek?Who is this woman… I can almost feel?Who is this woman… that seems so steady and sure?Who is this woman… of my real daydreams?Who is this woman… that laughs at my “embarrassing” comments?Who is this woman… I would dare to share my se...

When I look into your eyes of blue I see you. Then why do I feel as though I'm on the outside looking in. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see love. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see kindness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see joy. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see pain. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see sadness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see past hurts. When I look into yo...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you crawl through sunless hallsOf earthen elven making?Did you wiggle and slimy jiggleThrough giants' homes, a-shaking?Whence wiggled you, Squirmy Wormy?Did you see the moles, with glee,As you wandered through their ensuite?Did you meet and happily greetThe centipede and his feet?Whence wigg...

In my next life will I be a part of this human race?A man or a woman again having to find my place? Will I be an eagle in the heavens able to freely soar?Maybe a lion large, free of heart with a mighty roar? A tree that can grow tall and straight toward the sun?Could I become a wild flower, a full and fragrant one? Perhaps a dolphin or a whale swimming the oceans blue?Possibly a raindrop or snowflake, really I haven't a c...

A pitiful act, a devious plan The play of the mind, a simple question Where to be now, at this moment? It seems like something odd or naive, maybe Yet that thought drives dreams and create nightmares Lightness that thrives and darkness that pierces the soul How to choose where to be at this given moment? What the heart craves buries the common sense Steps lead into the unknown, the wanted and despised A room full of empti...

Today when fall and summer meet each other like old friends on the streetbefore they pass and go their way,and our turning world brings chilly mornings,warm afternoons and darkness comes when it’s time to eat, and leaves, still green, will soon be gold and brown and maple red and the airis sweet,and the golden rods are everywhere,and the potato bed is culledinto buckets to be stored for the winter days ahead,and I think a...