Every great writer has to start somewhere. Dreams of being the next great satirist? Perhaps you prefer to be a poet along the lines of Frost or e.e. cummings? Maybe your dream is to craft the great memoir of your life detailing all the drama, tragedy and humor?
Or perhaps your dreams are more simple – to craft great lyrical works like John Lennon or Jim Morrison. Then perhaps the Creative Writing channel is the home for you.
Poetry: My dreams
My Dreams.
I saw her face in my dreams last night,
Smiling lips and blue eyes so bright,
With countenance that could rival sunlight,
Her sudden appearance was for me a delight.
Dressed in garments of purest white,
Her auburn hair in falls just right,
Cascading down, a beautiful sight;
The image of her set my heart alight.
Just the thought of her can still excite,
Though only a spirit and not finite,
To
Poetry: Little things
It's little things that bother me,
that drive me up the wall.
They're giving me the willies
and making my skin crawl.
It's the way you eat your apple,
the way you crunch
by Paul Lines
GOOD GRIEF
If elephants wore cardboard shoes
And tigers tails were full of holes
If kangaroos could learn the waltz
And monkey ate with
by Bobby Coles
You seek my shoulder's solace
Swept asea in a storm of teardrops
I will be your port of refuge
Direct you towards where the suffering
All of this I see
Softest cotton cloud
dripping shades of crimson, violet, ochre
across ever distant blue
Brilliant golden rays
cast from
by Rene Riter
The Flame
Oh flickering flame,
Burning hot and bright,
Warm my weary soul,
This cold wintry night.
Through the night tide,
Cozily I shall
- Drama: Losing love
- Drama: Karma
- Drama: War in Iraq
- Drama: Fingerprints
- Drama: Death of a child
- Drama: Strength
- Drama: Christian
- Flash fiction: My heartbreak
- Flash fiction: The twister
- Flash fiction: The architect
- Flash fiction: Super moon
- Flash fiction: Old and new
- Flash fiction: Double addiction
- Flash fiction: Fairy queens



