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I Was Humanwritten by: Melissa Lemay While lying in a deep ravine, andpond’ring things I’d not yet seen,blink’d starry i...
07/01/2025

I Was Human
written by: Melissa Lemay


While lying in a deep ravine, and
pond’ring things I’d not yet seen,
blink’d starry in the distant sky
and crackl’d lightning, drawing nigh.

The car’d careened over the road,
and halted in an elder grove —
the flow’rs were white and weary hung,
a maiden’s headdress

Spillwords.com presents: I Was Human, a poem by Melissa Lemay, who has lived an interesting life and whose experiences ...

Hydrogen written by: Jim Bates - I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thin...
07/01/2025

Hydrogen written by: Jim Bates - I remember hearing the song by Three Dog Night, “One Is the Loneliest Number,” and thinking...

Spillwords.com presents: Hydrogen, flash fiction by Jim Bates, who lives in a small town twenty miles from Minneapolis, Minnesota.

If Not For Lovewritten by: Michael R. Burch The little child who cries,brushing sleep from startled eyes,might not have ...
07/01/2025

If Not For Love
written by: Michael R. Burch


The little child who cries,
brushing sleep from startled eyes,
might not have awakened from her dreams
to fill the night with plaintive screams
if not for love.

The little collie pup
who tore the sofa up
and pleads here in a mournful crouch,
might not have ripped apart the

Spillwords.com presents: If Not For Love, a poem by Michael R. Burch, whose poems have been published by hundreds of literary ...

Becoming Wholewritten by: Michelle McCarthy There is a part of me that is soft,fragile as morning light,whispering fears...
07/01/2025

Becoming Whole
written by: Michelle McCarthy


There is a part of me that is soft,
fragile as morning light,
whispering fears into the quiet,
waiting to be held.

There is a part of me that stands tall
spine unbending, voice steady,
fierce in the face of doubt,
unwilling to be broken.

There is a part of me that

Spillwords.com presents: Becoming Whole, a poem by Michelle McCarthy, who started writing again after many years away from writing...

The Power of Summer!written by: Waide Riddle Kenny Chesney and Faith Hill are the images of Summer.They sing anthems tha...
07/01/2025

The Power of Summer!
written by: Waide Riddle


Kenny Chesney and Faith Hill are the images of Summer.
They sing anthems that are fun and Summer.
Shania Twain reigns supreme as the Queen of Summer fun.
You can feel it everywhere, anywhere, it surrounds you, and the sensation rains down on you.
The Power Of Summer! there's no

Spillwords.com presents: The Power of Summer! poetry by Waide Riddle, an award-winning author, poet, writer, and filmmaker.

The Lament of Vivian(A secret she cannot handle)written by: Matthew Lee Gbigbi Could she say no and run away?Or propose ...
07/01/2025

The Lament of Vivian
(A secret she cannot handle)
written by: Matthew Lee Gbigbi


Could she say no and run away?
Or propose to commit su***de in another way?
This girl has grown wilder than a jungle
Threatened by society while inside, she carries a secret she cannot handle.

Her face was known by all who seek a hallot

Spillwords.com presents: The Lament of Vivian, a poem by Matthew Lee Gbigbi, alias Godhand, an author of the African literature poetry ...

The Story is Simplewritten by: Dr. Mandy Fessenden Brauer An all-knowing God in His celestial realm always looks to see ...
07/01/2025

The Story is Simple
written by: Dr. Mandy Fessenden Brauer


An all-knowing God in His celestial realm always looks to see His creation.
Does He wonder what happened to His greatest gifts, to those He is said
to have created in His image, His own perfect image?

Was it He who decided to provide us with such a humble,

Spillwords.com presents: The Story is Simple, prose written by Dr. Mandy Fessenden Brauer, an American child psychologist ...

Golden Friendshipswritten by: Phyllis P. Colucci Golden Friendships that once wereGolden Friendships that did occurGolde...
06/30/2025

Golden Friendships
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci


Golden Friendships that once were
Golden Friendships that did occur
Golden Friendships of long ago
Golden Friendships so glad to know

They never die as years go by
They often glow in my mind’s eye
They live in memory forevermore
Each visit there, I still adore

As

Spillwords.com presents: Golden Friendships, a poem by Phyllis P. Colucci, a writer from Brooklyn, New York, born and raised ...

Winter Silencewritten by: Sandra Jewell Two horses, one black, one redThey paw through the snow, foraging for bits of gr...
06/30/2025

Winter Silence
written by: Sandra Jewell


Two horses, one black, one red
They paw through the snow, foraging for bits of grass
It's 15 degrees F at best, but the sun is shining warm
The fence is old split rail
Very old, in fact, some boards are missing
The black mare turns her head and flattens her ears
She charges the

Spillwords.com presents: Winter Silence, a poem written by Sandra Jewell, a founding member of the Oberlin Writers' Group.

Echoes of AtlantisThere is Agony Above the Soilwritten by: Kimber-Lee Basson Scorching dry summers and frigid cool wet w...
06/30/2025

Echoes of Atlantis
There is Agony Above the Soil
written by: Kimber-Lee Basson


Scorching dry summers and frigid cool wet winters
Carve your way down from the elevated white sand dunes and
watch the yellow yolk drop down behind the iconic Table Mountain
Adrenaline surges down my spine through my core, hips swinging, calves

Spillwords.com presents: Echoes of Atlantis: There is Agony Above the Soil, a poem by Kimber-Lee Basson, a South African expat currently ...

I Am the Maidenwritten by: Kriti Nayyar I am the maidenWinning is not my forte"Why would we bet on you," they sayFor fai...
06/30/2025

I Am the Maiden
written by: Kriti Nayyar



I am the maiden
Winning is not my forte
"Why would we bet on you," they say
For failure is your second name
But they don't know
I don't need their damn bets
The only bet I need is my own
I am the maiden
A rare breed
That hardly succeeds
They compare me with the

Spillwords.com presents: I Am The Maiden, a poem by Kriti Nayyar, who finds writing as a way of sharing her journey towards ...

Playing For Change written by: Armin Cornsilk - She sits in her usual spot. Her hands take a position. The right drift...
06/30/2025

Playing For Change
written by: Armin Cornsilk

- She sits in her usual spot. Her hands take a position. The right drifts back and forth...

Spillwords.com presents: Playing For Change, flash fiction by Armin Cornsilk, who's an Irish university student studying English ...

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