Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love poem depression death poetry life loss peace truth War

Popular last 12 months

love poetry life poem nature death hope war loss pain

Tale (Remove filter)

a old tale

mankind is a old tale
mankind is a old tale of respect
mankind is a wise old tale
mankind is a wise old respect
respect is a wise old respect
respect is a wise old tale of respect
honor of mankind is kindness of mankind

respect is a kindness respect
respect is a kindness old tale of respect
in honor of respect is in honor of mankind
a old tale is a wise old tale
a old tale is a wise o...

Read and leave comments (0)

poemspoetrymankindtalewise

a player’s skill set

experience is experience of a skill set
to tell of a experience is to tell of a skill set
to tell a tale of a experience is to tell a tale of a skill set
a tale of experience is a tale of a skill set
a skill set is a set of skill
a set of skill is a set of a player’s skill
a player’s skill is a player’s set of skill

to tell a tale is to tell a player’s experience
a player’s experience is...

Read and leave comments (0)

poemspoetryskillexperiencetale

The Dark Tale of Little Red Riding Hood

You’ve heard the tale of Little Red Riding Hood but have you heard the Dark Take of this Child’s Tale?

Little Red Riding Hood was not your common everyday child. For she was in fact a Witch in training, her Mother was a Witch and her Grandmother was also a Witch.

The basket of goodies that Little Red Riding Hood was to deliver to her Grandmother was not Food for consuming. But in fact this b...

Read and leave comments (1)

RedRidingHoodDarkTale

Super Girl

I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.

I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.

But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.

Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.

Today I'm ...

Read and leave comments (0)

poetrytalegirlsshelovefictionwomen

Effect Divine

Where have the words gone?

Emptied vocabulary I wonder!

I can’t frame a single praise…

Biscuits she offered me politely

I had only peanuts to exchange.

I looked a savage in my own eyes

And she, a harbinger of change.

 

No thoughts about her for days together

Although she is cynosure of my eyes,

My stillness added to the inner solitude

Yet couldn’t create the effect...

Read and leave comments (0)

eyesgirlsshetalelovefictionwomenbeauty

Her

 

Her!

Her back, 
She appeared as her wings. 

Her eyes,
She showed the flames kept in it. 

Her jeans, shorts or any of clothes, 
Not just clothes, she showed her as a pearl hidden in the river. 

Her fingers, 
She showed as the waves move in the sea. 

Her Nails,
She showed that it was a stone peace that was part of the mountains.

Her Lips,
Well, it was a sweet poison, cha...

Read and leave comments (0)

girlsshetalelovefictionwomen

Tales from the bucket

The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle

 

If I should have a field

then I would build a shed

when in it I could yield

ideals within my head

I would have a window

I’d point it at the ground

the shed itself erected

from the things that I have found,

 

like a door

and the galvanized sheets from another shed

that’s not a shed no more

and a roof that ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Talebucketvinty

Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5

Adopt

Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A pla...

Read and leave comments (0)

MemoryChildhoodSyllablesNaPoWriMoPoetryRapR+BMordorSauronLOTRLord of the RingsTolkienWrestlingWWEWWFHBKDXDegeneration XSchoolPrimary SchoolSecondary SchoolCollegeHostelHomelessnessLoveLossDepressionAnxietySuicideFightsArgumentsFathersTeachersMothersSistersFriendsTruthRejoiceRebirthPhoenixLightCandleBirthdaysYearsTaleStoriesPeopleMemories

Jedward: A Fairy Tale

Once there was a Dublin hospital,

A sullen, Nightingale institute,

Whose 1980s walls would house a miracle,

And sprout embryos who would come to repute.

 

Two princes born to mother, Louis Walsh

Lay vulnerable and crying for their fame,

But before they could suckle, the angels

Were baptised with their Siamese stage name:

 

John + Edward = Jedward.

 

...

Read and leave comments (0)

Jedwardmenialfairytale

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message