Welcome to the Annual Short Story & Poetry Writing Contest, where words ignite imagination and creativity takes center stage. Whether you're a storyteller or a poet, this is your chance to captivate, inspire, and share your voice with the world. All genres, all styles-one platform to shine. Let your stories speak. Let your verses rise.

The battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity

A new collection of poems written by Olan L. Smith starting 2023; all right's reserved.

A Collection of thoughts and poems from the mind of a retired man. ME !!!

𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/

This is the continuation of my first book labeled, Dark Poetry. They are independent books and can be read alone, each chapter is a different poem and can be read alone from the collection. With that said, please don't steal my works, they are original works that took time and effort to create. Now with that said, this book is full of darkness and it was written at dark points in my life. I don't pretend to hide what I've gone through, and I won't lie about it. With that said some things in this book are fictional and may or may not be pointed out as such. Enjoy...

slow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||

Ethereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to have their own take on my poems. Cover made by the wonderfully talented SueLou66 ❤️ New banner courtesy @FireOpalDani ❤

With Valentine's Day right around the corner, we are asking all of you to send in love related poems. There are no restrictions for this contest. Good luck to everyone!

Tale Of Birds || Amidst Lasya and Tandava (A mythological spin between beloved life and lovely death.) Prakriti is the lasya of creation. The mother of genesis, an Ambrose full of life. Purush is the tandav of wisdom. The father of syneidesis, an ocean of enigma. Between the two evolves creation and destruction. Amongst the infinite tales, they speak together, here is the tale of two birds. Maybe you know everything, Maybe you never know how much you may know, Maybe you must strive if you would wish to know, Maybe that's about knowing everything. 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 Request: Try to read it between the lines and feel the words. Cover credits: @Anorality and @themythicalcommunity