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Lines on Her Face
written by: Kendal Kraft
Lines on her hands, lines on her face, but all I see is her beautiful grace. She earned those lines with each trial and tribulation she's endured through her life. It's a sign of strength and #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Kendal Kraft
Lines on her hands, lines on her face, but all I see is her beautiful grace. She earned those lines with each trial and tribulation she's endured through her life. It's a sign of strength and #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
Lines on Her Face
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September 23, 2026 at 9:30 AM
Lines on Her Face
written by: Kendal Kraft
Lines on her hands, lines on her face, but all I see is her beautiful grace. She earned those lines with each trial and tribulation she's endured through her life. It's a sign of strength and #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Kendal Kraft
Lines on her hands, lines on her face, but all I see is her beautiful grace. She earned those lines with each trial and tribulation she's endured through her life. It's a sign of strength and #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
67 on the List written by: Suman Mondal - One afternoon, I booked a cab in Kolkata. It was Wednesday, or perhaps Saturday... #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords
67 on the List
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September 23, 2026 at 7:30 AM
67 on the List written by: Suman Mondal - One afternoon, I booked a cab in Kolkata. It was Wednesday, or perhaps Saturday... #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords
Man Made
written by: Deryn Graham
“But madam, I’m afraid the terms and conditions of the sales contract clearly stipulate No refunds, so I’m afraid the best I can do is return the item to the manufacturer, have them look at it, and #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Deryn Graham
“But madam, I’m afraid the terms and conditions of the sales contract clearly stipulate No refunds, so I’m afraid the best I can do is return the item to the manufacturer, have them look at it, and #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Man Made
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September 23, 2026 at 7:14 AM
Man Made
written by: Deryn Graham
“But madam, I’m afraid the terms and conditions of the sales contract clearly stipulate No refunds, so I’m afraid the best I can do is return the item to the manufacturer, have them look at it, and #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Deryn Graham
“But madam, I’m afraid the terms and conditions of the sales contract clearly stipulate No refunds, so I’m afraid the best I can do is return the item to the manufacturer, have them look at it, and #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Wednesday’s Fall to Thursday Mourn
written by: Johnch
I watched the yellow leaf
Twist and twirl in the breeze
Until it could hold no more
Took its leave from the tree
To dance and pirouette endlessly
I could hear no tune, no #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Johnch
I watched the yellow leaf
Twist and twirl in the breeze
Until it could hold no more
Took its leave from the tree
To dance and pirouette endlessly
I could hear no tune, no #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction
Wednesday’s Fall to Thursday Mourn
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September 23, 2026 at 6:50 AM
Wednesday’s Fall to Thursday Mourn
written by: Johnch
I watched the yellow leaf
Twist and twirl in the breeze
Until it could hold no more
Took its leave from the tree
To dance and pirouette endlessly
I could hear no tune, no #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Johnch
I watched the yellow leaf
Twist and twirl in the breeze
Until it could hold no more
Took its leave from the tree
To dance and pirouette endlessly
I could hear no tune, no #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction
AI Counterfeits the Moon
written by: Charlie Bottle
The one percent would counterfeit the moon,
if they could, and sell it by the yard,
“Buy it for the atmosphere, you should!
The quiet ambience, the solitude,
the barren silence #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
written by: Charlie Bottle
The one percent would counterfeit the moon,
if they could, and sell it by the yard,
“Buy it for the atmosphere, you should!
The quiet ambience, the solitude,
the barren silence #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
AI Counterfeits the Moon
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September 23, 2026 at 6:12 AM
AI Counterfeits the Moon
written by: Charlie Bottle
The one percent would counterfeit the moon,
if they could, and sell it by the yard,
“Buy it for the atmosphere, you should!
The quiet ambience, the solitude,
the barren silence #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
written by: Charlie Bottle
The one percent would counterfeit the moon,
if they could, and sell it by the yard,
“Buy it for the atmosphere, you should!
The quiet ambience, the solitude,
the barren silence #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
Dust Bowl
written by: Mack Twine
On a lazy day today, I didn't have the energy or incentive to force myself to any form of strain; I did what needed to be done, some things regrettable and others unnecessary; being hungover is the #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature
written by: Mack Twine
On a lazy day today, I didn't have the energy or incentive to force myself to any form of strain; I did what needed to be done, some things regrettable and others unnecessary; being hungover is the #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature
Dust Bowl
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September 23, 2026 at 5:35 AM
Dust Bowl
written by: Mack Twine
On a lazy day today, I didn't have the energy or incentive to force myself to any form of strain; I did what needed to be done, some things regrettable and others unnecessary; being hungover is the #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature
written by: Mack Twine
On a lazy day today, I didn't have the energy or incentive to force myself to any form of strain; I did what needed to be done, some things regrettable and others unnecessary; being hungover is the #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature
Inconvenient Prophecy written by: Margaret Camille Berliant - I am the first-born daughter, of a first-born daughter, of a first-born daughter... #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Inconvenient Prophecy
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September 23, 2026 at 5:26 AM
Inconvenient Prophecy written by: Margaret Camille Berliant - I am the first-born daughter, of a first-born daughter, of a first-born daughter... #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Generations
written by: Dean Robbins
Old man on the beach,
Assateague, Virginia,
tells me why there are no
mosquitos on the beach.
"They spray with a bi-plane.
Flew one years ago...
not around here, though."
Looks away. "No #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature
written by: Dean Robbins
Old man on the beach,
Assateague, Virginia,
tells me why there are no
mosquitos on the beach.
"They spray with a bi-plane.
Flew one years ago...
not around here, though."
Looks away. "No #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature
Generations
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September 23, 2026 at 5:20 AM
Generations
written by: Dean Robbins
Old man on the beach,
Assateague, Virginia,
tells me why there are no
mosquitos on the beach.
"They spray with a bi-plane.
Flew one years ago...
not around here, though."
Looks away. "No #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature
written by: Dean Robbins
Old man on the beach,
Assateague, Virginia,
tells me why there are no
mosquitos on the beach.
"They spray with a bi-plane.
Flew one years ago...
not around here, though."
Looks away. "No #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature
The Weary Soul
written by: Shae T
After a long hike
Sit besides a waterfall
Hear the roar of the water
As it gushes down the rocks
Let the sight and sound
Ease the tension and
Clear the mind
The misty cold spray and
Toes #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Shae T
After a long hike
Sit besides a waterfall
Hear the roar of the water
As it gushes down the rocks
Let the sight and sound
Ease the tension and
Clear the mind
The misty cold spray and
Toes #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords
The Weary Soul
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September 23, 2026 at 4:20 AM
The Weary Soul
written by: Shae T
After a long hike
Sit besides a waterfall
Hear the roar of the water
As it gushes down the rocks
Let the sight and sound
Ease the tension and
Clear the mind
The misty cold spray and
Toes #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Shae T
After a long hike
Sit besides a waterfall
Hear the roar of the water
As it gushes down the rocks
Let the sight and sound
Ease the tension and
Clear the mind
The misty cold spray and
Toes #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords
Gambling the New Beginning
written by: George Gad Economou
New Year’s Day, minutes past midnight. alone
in his room, the young man drank some cheap champagne,
tasting like bubble water with a weak punch, then chased
it with a pull #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: George Gad Economou
New Year’s Day, minutes past midnight. alone
in his room, the young man drank some cheap champagne,
tasting like bubble water with a weak punch, then chased
it with a pull #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #WritingCommunity
Gambling the New Beginning
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September 23, 2026 at 3:30 AM
Gambling the New Beginning
written by: George Gad Economou
New Year’s Day, minutes past midnight. alone
in his room, the young man drank some cheap champagne,
tasting like bubble water with a weak punch, then chased
it with a pull #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: George Gad Economou
New Year’s Day, minutes past midnight. alone
in his room, the young man drank some cheap champagne,
tasting like bubble water with a weak punch, then chased
it with a pull #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #WritingCommunity
Heavenly Sin written by: Patricia Pease - A gray haze of cigarette smoke blanketed the inside of “Heavenly Sin” nightclub... #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
Heavenly Sin
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September 23, 2026 at 1:26 AM
Heavenly Sin written by: Patricia Pease - A gray haze of cigarette smoke blanketed the inside of “Heavenly Sin” nightclub... #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
Lighthouse
written by: beachglass
it may break your heart
the waves of hope and sunrise
safe silver lighthouse #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: beachglass
it may break your heart
the waves of hope and sunrise
safe silver lighthouse #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
Lighthouse
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September 22, 2026 at 11:30 PM
Lighthouse
written by: beachglass
it may break your heart
the waves of hope and sunrise
safe silver lighthouse #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: beachglass
it may break your heart
the waves of hope and sunrise
safe silver lighthouse #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
What the Fire Couldn’t Erase
written by: Diva Biyani
A pep came into her step as she heard the mailman drop a letter.
In this technology-savvy century, a handwritten note felt like magic.
Seeing his name on the envelope, her heart #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature
written by: Diva Biyani
A pep came into her step as she heard the mailman drop a letter.
In this technology-savvy century, a handwritten note felt like magic.
Seeing his name on the envelope, her heart #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature
What the Fire Couldn’t Erase
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September 22, 2026 at 9:29 PM
What the Fire Couldn’t Erase
written by: Diva Biyani
A pep came into her step as she heard the mailman drop a letter.
In this technology-savvy century, a handwritten note felt like magic.
Seeing his name on the envelope, her heart #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature
written by: Diva Biyani
A pep came into her step as she heard the mailman drop a letter.
In this technology-savvy century, a handwritten note felt like magic.
Seeing his name on the envelope, her heart #Fiction #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature
I Sing To Eternity
written by: Nolo Segundo
To an unmet friend:
You see the mortal world
And for you man is machine
Little more than a device
For the vagaries of evolution,
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
Weight-- and love? Can love
Be #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction
written by: Nolo Segundo
To an unmet friend:
You see the mortal world
And for you man is machine
Little more than a device
For the vagaries of evolution,
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
Weight-- and love? Can love
Be #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction
I Sing To Eternity
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September 22, 2026 at 5:30 PM
I Sing To Eternity
written by: Nolo Segundo
To an unmet friend:
You see the mortal world
And for you man is machine
Little more than a device
For the vagaries of evolution,
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
Weight-- and love? Can love
Be #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction
written by: Nolo Segundo
To an unmet friend:
You see the mortal world
And for you man is machine
Little more than a device
For the vagaries of evolution,
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
Weight-- and love? Can love
Be #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction
An Unexpected Present written by: Margit Horsky - In the end he had succeeded in conquering Dora, though it hadn’t been easy... #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
An Unexpected Present
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September 22, 2026 at 3:27 PM
An Unexpected Present written by: Margit Horsky - In the end he had succeeded in conquering Dora, though it hadn’t been easy... #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
Split Ends written by: Lily Finch - Macy trusted routine. The farm demanded it—early mornings, repeated labour... #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Literature
Split Ends
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September 22, 2026 at 11:30 AM
Split Ends written by: Lily Finch - Macy trusted routine. The farm demanded it—early mornings, repeated labour... #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Literature
Man
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
A man changes
Undoubtedly
As the Day goes to Night
With feigned ignorance
He takes other steps
He loses his appetite
For harsh things
But keeps
A name
A little memory
And one color of the #Fiction #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
A man changes
Undoubtedly
As the Day goes to Night
With feigned ignorance
He takes other steps
He loses his appetite
For harsh things
But keeps
A name
A little memory
And one color of the #Fiction #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
Man
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September 22, 2026 at 9:26 AM
Man
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
A man changes
Undoubtedly
As the Day goes to Night
With feigned ignorance
He takes other steps
He loses his appetite
For harsh things
But keeps
A name
A little memory
And one color of the #Fiction #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
written by: Miroslava Panayotova
A man changes
Undoubtedly
As the Day goes to Night
With feigned ignorance
He takes other steps
He loses his appetite
For harsh things
But keeps
A name
A little memory
And one color of the #Fiction #Poetry #Literature #Spillwords #WritingCommunity
Is It a Few Days Yet?
written by: Nick Di Carlo
Giovanni turns five tomorrow, and the prospect of starting kindergarten in two months thrills him. A curious kid from the crib on, he wants to know how everything works and never runs #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature
written by: Nick Di Carlo
Giovanni turns five tomorrow, and the prospect of starting kindergarten in two months thrills him. A curious kid from the crib on, he wants to know how everything works and never runs #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature
Is It a Few Days Yet?
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September 22, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Is It a Few Days Yet?
written by: Nick Di Carlo
Giovanni turns five tomorrow, and the prospect of starting kindergarten in two months thrills him. A curious kid from the crib on, he wants to know how everything works and never runs #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature
written by: Nick Di Carlo
Giovanni turns five tomorrow, and the prospect of starting kindergarten in two months thrills him. A curious kid from the crib on, he wants to know how everything works and never runs #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature
The Martyr, as Experienced by the Sword
written by: Matthew Guertin
"Oh God! Jesus!"
Penetrated deep, the sheath
receives its sword:
warmth flows out—
sweet release #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry
written by: Matthew Guertin
"Oh God! Jesus!"
Penetrated deep, the sheath
receives its sword:
warmth flows out—
sweet release #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry
The Martyr, as Experienced by the Sword
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September 22, 2026 at 7:30 AM
The Martyr, as Experienced by the Sword
written by: Matthew Guertin
"Oh God! Jesus!"
Penetrated deep, the sheath
receives its sword:
warmth flows out—
sweet release #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry
written by: Matthew Guertin
"Oh God! Jesus!"
Penetrated deep, the sheath
receives its sword:
warmth flows out—
sweet release #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry
Seattle in Autumn
written by: Andy Cooper
Pure Hearts, Loose Jeans
We began as friends
on a first date.
Met at church—
I returned to faith
after my mom died.
Mia was kind, brought me
white people spaghetti,
white people #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction
written by: Andy Cooper
Pure Hearts, Loose Jeans
We began as friends
on a first date.
Met at church—
I returned to faith
after my mom died.
Mia was kind, brought me
white people spaghetti,
white people #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Seattle in Autumn
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September 22, 2026 at 7:20 AM
Seattle in Autumn
written by: Andy Cooper
Pure Hearts, Loose Jeans
We began as friends
on a first date.
Met at church—
I returned to faith
after my mom died.
Mia was kind, brought me
white people spaghetti,
white people #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction
written by: Andy Cooper
Pure Hearts, Loose Jeans
We began as friends
on a first date.
Met at church—
I returned to faith
after my mom died.
Mia was kind, brought me
white people spaghetti,
white people #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Equinox
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
More mellow yellow, read like Keats-
full traffic lights, contained one leaf -
fall glossy conkers under wraps
dark leaf mold worming into cracks,
burnt umber under smoky mists;
both fug and #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
More mellow yellow, read like Keats-
full traffic lights, contained one leaf -
fall glossy conkers under wraps
dark leaf mold worming into cracks,
burnt umber under smoky mists;
both fug and #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
Equinox
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September 22, 2026 at 6:41 AM
Equinox
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
More mellow yellow, read like Keats-
full traffic lights, contained one leaf -
fall glossy conkers under wraps
dark leaf mold worming into cracks,
burnt umber under smoky mists;
both fug and #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
More mellow yellow, read like Keats-
full traffic lights, contained one leaf -
fall glossy conkers under wraps
dark leaf mold worming into cracks,
burnt umber under smoky mists;
both fug and #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
You're My Angel
written by: Lawrence Langman
Dedicated to my wife, Janice Langman
I've sat amongst the shadows
sulking in my beer.
Thinking about all I've lost
beneath these tears of fear.
I'm just a mortal man I sit
of #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity
written by: Lawrence Langman
Dedicated to my wife, Janice Langman
I've sat amongst the shadows
sulking in my beer.
Thinking about all I've lost
beneath these tears of fear.
I'm just a mortal man I sit
of #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity
You’re My Angel
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September 22, 2026 at 6:00 AM
You're My Angel
written by: Lawrence Langman
Dedicated to my wife, Janice Langman
I've sat amongst the shadows
sulking in my beer.
Thinking about all I've lost
beneath these tears of fear.
I'm just a mortal man I sit
of #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity
written by: Lawrence Langman
Dedicated to my wife, Janice Langman
I've sat amongst the shadows
sulking in my beer.
Thinking about all I've lost
beneath these tears of fear.
I'm just a mortal man I sit
of #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity
An Ancient Woman
written by: Lewis Leverett
there’s a woman who is impossibly old living down
your street
she’s watched disasters happen
watched inefficient institutions fall and replace themselves
like silver maples planted in #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: Lewis Leverett
there’s a woman who is impossibly old living down
your street
she’s watched disasters happen
watched inefficient institutions fall and replace themselves
like silver maples planted in #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity
An Ancient Woman
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September 22, 2026 at 5:26 AM
An Ancient Woman
written by: Lewis Leverett
there’s a woman who is impossibly old living down
your street
she’s watched disasters happen
watched inefficient institutions fall and replace themselves
like silver maples planted in #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: Lewis Leverett
there’s a woman who is impossibly old living down
your street
she’s watched disasters happen
watched inefficient institutions fall and replace themselves
like silver maples planted in #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity
Feuille
written by: Bogpan
the dead swell
in this belated autumn
and my heart swells
detaches and falls
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt - The First Fallen Leaf #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Bogpan
the dead swell
in this belated autumn
and my heart swells
detaches and falls
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt - The First Fallen Leaf #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
Feuille
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September 22, 2026 at 5:11 AM
Feuille
written by: Bogpan
the dead swell
in this belated autumn
and my heart swells
detaches and falls
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt - The First Fallen Leaf #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Bogpan
the dead swell
in this belated autumn
and my heart swells
detaches and falls
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt - The First Fallen Leaf #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
The Soul and the Man
written by: Puneet Kumar
On my deathbed,
My soul began searching through my past.
When I was a child,
Love, affection, care, and hope
Were beautifully intertwined.
As I stepped into adolescence,
Life taught #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords
written by: Puneet Kumar
On my deathbed,
My soul began searching through my past.
When I was a child,
Love, affection, care, and hope
Were beautifully intertwined.
As I stepped into adolescence,
Life taught #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords
The Soul and the Man
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September 22, 2026 at 4:12 AM
The Soul and the Man
written by: Puneet Kumar
On my deathbed,
My soul began searching through my past.
When I was a child,
Love, affection, care, and hope
Were beautifully intertwined.
As I stepped into adolescence,
Life taught #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords
written by: Puneet Kumar
On my deathbed,
My soul began searching through my past.
When I was a child,
Love, affection, care, and hope
Were beautifully intertwined.
As I stepped into adolescence,
Life taught #Poetry #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords