Berries Writing

10 creative works found

• AN ORCHID KISSED WITH BERRY STAINED LIPS
  by miguel

  I, BY THE BLESSING OF DIOS HAVE MY JEWEL TO SPEND THE FALL OF MY LIFE WITH IN THE SUN LAUGHING AND DANCING WITHOUT THE MARIACHI

  A STORY ABOUT AN OLDER POET WHO WHEN YOUNG LET THE LOVE OF HIS YOUNGER DAYS SLIP FROM HIS FINGERS, AND HIS SORROW FOR THE ARROGANCE OF HIS WAYS AND HIS DESIRE TO RECONNECT AND NOT WITH THE NUMBNESS OF TEQUILA.

• eating the holly berry
  by langstonmartine

  use serendipity to borrow sugar or milk

• Three Caper Berries
  by anya

  She wanted to lick the pages of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ because the words left her senseless with joy.

  When you fold in, other things fold in too.

• Raspberry Patch
  by d-faith-k

  Late summer, just outside Heathrow / Streets full of homes making little room for gardens

  I wrote this in five minutes in my writing class.

• Half Eaten Was Featured In Mood & Ambience
  by Jonice

  Thank you so much Mood & Ambience for the feature. Very much appreciate it. !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/mattecolor:black/...

• Black and White by Rachael Berry
  by Rasberry

  I am in my own skin, / Wearing only a grin, / Cause the skin I’m in, / Is soft and slim, / Sheik & fiery, / Glamorous & gold, / Glowing, / Lik…

• Wild Berry Apprehension
  by LadyOtilia

  Wild Berry Apprehension “You know, Brad, I’ve been longing for wild berry pie for some time… and I thought: why not going in the woo…

  This is a sequel to “The Lady Teacher without a Name”. Brad and Daisy are a grown-up couple and they’re having a baby.

• Chickadee
  by ECH52

  Now the chickadee he does not rest, / he jumps around from perch to nest,

  Just a short whimsical poem about a bird I find fascinating to what , a diligent little worker. Usually the first to find the bird feeders,

• white berries, shells of small mollusks & snails
  by Ushna Sardar

  have been plucking each time a berry from the bush / when the berries are all plucked the privilege ceases / there were shooting stars / th…

  the mysterious mistletoe’s story! / 25/12/09

• Memory
  by MagpieMagic

  She sits bathed in golden light / Holding it close all around her / Letting it caress and soothe her

  A poem about the power and strength of memories