Micropoetry Stories

None of it is good. None of it is even decent. In fact, as poetry goes, it is bad. And yet its existence persists. Honestly, I do not expect anyone to see this, let alone to like it, but I feel as though if these words remain stuck in my throat any longer I may just choke on them.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

"The truth is mine, but I bear none to speak, To keep my mouth in shambles, my sanity to keep. Because they started rambling through the walls, they speak; They want to rot the house, to make my body meek. Hinges rust, the moths crawl through my skin, The floorboards choke on everything I've been. Father is absent, but he is quick to swear; Mother is present, but it is nothing there. Their words cut me open-they carve me precise, Alcohol's the sinner; sinning is the vice. The mold in the corners-it has learned my name, It breathes when I breathe, it thinks I'm the same. The mold takes my breath; the walls start to bend, While the judge, my Father, tells me to repent."

Some small poems...

Ippai: Full. Some poems I wrote for u when I was bored, starting 7/5/2020. ✓any and all constructive criticism is welcome ✓some really nice Japanese art ✓all my love Cover art piece by Terajima Shimei: Starry Night

Micro poetry by Mandy Williams about writing a letter to someone, but never sending it because she was afraid of being rejected.

A Poem by O.K. Thieves

An electrician faces unprecedented obstacles in trying to do His job right, when the current goes wrong and there is debate for substitution.

When all are interested more about those suspense stories, I'm here with a poetry that deals with a very intimate topic which is a taboo in most areas. It's a micro-poetry about the problems we women face and why we still are brave, bold and beautiful.

A piece of memory break the river of my time over and over again... Collection of my short poems.

A compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨

A small gathering of flash fiction and micro poetry,inspired by twitter and tumblr fiction.

A Poem by O.K. Thieves

Every poem was written because the sunset had me smitten.

This is a collection of poetry written about my first and second love/crush and all the drama surrounding it. I hope you like them

It's about feeling sad.. and then eventually drowing in the thoughts and sadness!