As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed
a poem by: Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't...
Wild Horses
written by: Edward Donnelly
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Humans are often inured by people who chase the saints who see no light. Some, though, are inured...
Into The Light Again
written by: Maria Chalastani
And when all these shadows of seclusion
are coaxed back to their humid cellars
and sent to oblivio...
Autumn Love
written by: Eddie D. Moore
Morning light through a frosty windowpane.
A delicate white bloom among the fallen leaves.
New green grass es...
Through The Darkness
written by: Sue Marie St. Lee
The road looked like spilled ink, black and wet, reflecting a lone streetlight in the far-off dis...
