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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Shopping at the grocery store: 2 of 50

One of the highlights of my life is going shopping at the grocery store. The exciting journey begins as I park my subcompact car between two gigantic trucks and hope that I will be able to back up my car in one piece. Of course there is always the opportunity of watching a wayward shopping cart make an impression in my recen...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Babies: 7 of 108

Nurturing and loving your bundle of joy. Be it a girl or be it a boy. A warming smile can melt your heart. The feelings of happiness will never depart. The cries for comfort; the cries to eat. The cries of laughter; a pleasant treat. Whether watching your baby asleep in her crib. Or changing a diaper; or cleaning a bib. Ther...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dragon humor: 1 of 14

Last night as I went to bed. A very large creature blew on my head. "My hair is on fire," I said with despair. And thickening smoke filled the air. "I'm terribly sorry but I lost my wagon. Can you find it for me?" asked a hapless dragon. "What are you doing here in my room? I don't have a wagon so please leave soon." But the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hell: 8 of 107

The dark journey soon begins. It frightens mostly timid men. But the path is long and shaky. And the earth is rather quaky. There can be no stopping. It's too late. The die is set for eternal fate. Though wiser men have fought it. There can be no doubt for this recourse. The brave marched to hell long ago. The arrows piercin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow: 33 of 184

As the cold winds of December blow, Look above and see the snow. Crystals falling like shimmering tears. Blanket us during our chilly years. Puts a shiver in our spine. Falling hard as if to blind. Whiteness fills our empty space. Dreariness hangs around our place. Cotton candy fills our streets. Icy patches are underneath. ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love humor: 10 of 53

Like a summer's night when romance is beating The passion of love is truly heating. The candles are lit and the air is fresh. Now is the time for nature's test. Your beautiful love is dressed so fine. All is well until you spill the wine. Upon her expensive shimmering dress You certainly have made a real mess. The waiter giv...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 34 of 160

When do you encounter gloom? Is it silently in your room? Or is it outside on a cloudy day Where stormy weather is soon to play? Like a massive spot in the air. A sign posting buyer beware. But clouds come and quickly pass. Depression always seems to last. And when the rains fall like tears of time. Can you escape the failur...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The blues: 10 of 46

I'm feeling kind of down Because I have the blues. I'm going to leave this town That's yesterday's news. There's no point in staying. My girlfriend is gone. So what's the use of praying. I'm leaving at dawn. I'm all packed up. I'm ready to go. I've got nothing to lose. And nothing to show. The blues will disappear. I'll see ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 254 of 1148

There was a calm and silence in the air. And yet a sudden feeling of empty despair. The gentle breeze was soon replaced. By the deathly sound of anger's grace. Voices called into the night's sky. Betrayal, distrust for this you shall die. The winds slammed into my twisted rage. I shall not be a member of death's cage. Fear s...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Job interviews: 8 of 33

On a scale of 1 to 10, going for a job interview has to be a negative 1,000. I'm not saying that it is stressful but whenever I walk into an interviewer's office a perspiration alert goes off. I'm not scared until the first question is asked. Then I pass out on the floor in my disheveled business suit. The interviewer usuall...