Writers' Corner

Writers' Corner is a group for expressing emotion through stories and poetry. Poems and stories, myths and legends, or any words that your heart feels the need to express in writing.

Location: in your imagination, emotions, and heart.
Members: 38
Latest Activity: Dec 24, 2016


Discussion Forum

The Zen Garden~ A Poem By Simon Welsh.

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L Jul 31, 2015. 0 Replies

The Universe is calling you.  It’s calling you today.So, whether you ignore the call (if you don’t want to play),Or whether you are leaning in with joy and open heart,Your thoughts are now reality –…Continue

A Warrior's Prayer

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L May 25, 2011. 0 Replies

I am what I am.In having faith…Continue

Wild Thing

Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 27, 2011. 1 Reply

Wild ThingLegend tells of a renegade,of a horse no one could tame.Her sire was the devil himself,Wild Thing was her name.No one knew where she came from,Quarter horse blood, they say,When the leaves…Continue


Started by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L. Last reply by Crystal Spirit Woman Apr 22, 2011. 2 Replies

Those who don't want toknow their own fantacy,pity them---------But those whowant's to be proud creaturesof life, they don't ruin theirbrains, when someone saysthey know it all----They know that…Continue

Pagan Poems

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Feb 21, 2011. 4 Replies

**Most of these are copied and pasted. Some do not have the author's name. I will put the author's name if it has one. If not, I will not claim it, but I will put '~unknown author'. Thanks.**Bright…Continue

Did you know that William Shakespeare wrote the famous witches chant that most everyone knows? Double, Double, Toil and Trouble...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Nov 22, 2010. 2 Replies

      William Shakespeare (1564-1616)                      from MacbethA dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.                Enter the three Witches.       1 WITCH.  Thrice the…Continue

Blood Type: A+

Started by Tessa Renee Simpson. Last reply by Tessa Renee Simpson Sep 5, 2010. 8 Replies

 Blood Type: A+Blood Types Novel Written By: Tessa Simpson  Chapter 1       We were in the woods down the street from my house, when all of a sudden we heard something moving. I threw a rock at it to…Continue

Once Upon a Time...

Started by Cherish Moondancer. Last reply by Cherish Moondancer Apr 23, 2010. 2 Replies

  ...In the Land of Nod, way back in the forest near a bubbling brook was the village of Noddingham. It was a small village, as were the people, they were magickal winged creatures of the forest,…Continue

The Door is Open

Started by Cherish Moondancer Feb 27, 2010. 0 Replies

  A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACYOn the surface of the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark.But calmly and quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground.An inner…Continue

The Flow

Started by April. Last reply by April Jan 14, 2010. 3 Replies

The Flowby: April LambThe trees rustle to and froworrying not what they sow.They open themselves,allowing the flow.For God is in themand they know.Many come and many go,balancing out the to and…Continue

Comment Wall


You need to be a member of Writers' Corner to add comments!

Comment by Cherish Moondancer on December 17, 2010 at 12:25am
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!

by Susan Cooper
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on September 22, 2010 at 1:24am
No man
ever became
great or good
except through
many and great
~ William Gladstone

You never
really understand a person
until you consider things
from his point of view.
~ Harper Lee

To create a culture of peace,
we must begin by acknowledging
the violence in our own hearts
and then learn to disarm it.
~ Sulak Sivaraska

If one is
out of touch
with oneself,
then one cannot
touch others.
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

It is we who have put
our hands before our eyes
and cry that it is dark.
~ Swami Vivekananda

"I may be love's b****, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."
—Spike, Lover's Walk

If I can have the same from you,
Then we can truly meet each other.
~ Virginia Satir

Love is an attempt
at penetrating another being,
but it can only succeed
if the surrender is
~ Octavio Paz

Your willingness
to look at your darkness
is what empowers you to change.
~ lyanla Vanzant
Comment by Magistar on September 10, 2010 at 6:48pm
n an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . The things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . .. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . .. You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . Who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . .. That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . .. To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . Young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .. . . . Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . A young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . .. Open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . . Look closer. . .See ME!

Remember this poem when you next meet

An older person who you might brush aside

Without looking at the young soul within.

We will all, one day, be there, too!


The best and most beautiful things of

This world can't be seen or touched.

They must be felt by the heart.
Comment by Magistar on August 27, 2010 at 9:54am
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall
to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered.
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed this warning :
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse,
I can tell this is a grave concern to you,
but it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The pig sympathized, but said,
"I am so very sorry, Mr.. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it
but pray.
Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house,
head down and dejected,
to face the farmer's mousetrap
. . .. Alone. . ..

That very night
a sound was heard throughout the house
-- the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it.
It was a venomous snake
whose tail was caught in the trap.

The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital.

When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup.
So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard
for the soup's main ingredient:

But his wife's sickness continued.
Friends and neighbors came to sit with her
around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

But, alas,
the farmer's wife did not get well...
She died.

So many people came for her funeral
that the farmer had the cow slaughtered
to provide enough meat for all of them
for the funeral luncheon.

And the mouse looked upon it all
from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

The next time you hear someone is facing a problem and you think it doesn't concern you,
remember ---

When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another
and make an extra effort
to encourage one







One of the best things to hold onto
In this world is a FRIEND.
Comment by Tessa Renee Simpson on August 18, 2010 at 11:48pm
without evil theres no love,
without love theres only evil.
evil backwards is live,
without life theres nothing to love.
love and evil are powerful.
one an emotion,
the other an action.
how we feel is the reason for our actions,
how we act expresses our feelings.
you cant have one and not the other,
but you cant feel both at the same time with one person.
its either love or evil,
you decide.
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on August 17, 2010 at 12:56pm
I found a great website for writers. Check it out.
Poetry Website
Comment by G.O.L DARK RAVEN ONE S.O.L on July 25, 2010 at 2:19am
so loverly words sis
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on July 25, 2010 at 1:19am
Mother Nature's Message
Dear little children, please gather 'round.
Bring you a pillow and come and sit down.
Listen well Dears, be quiet and still.
Give all your attention please if you will.
I once gave people a beautful Earth,
To be enjoyed, cherished and loved from their birth.
Majestic mountains that reached to the sky,
With lush and green valleys for the butterfly.
I gave them air that was fresh, clean and clear,
And it dizzied the head of each mountaineer.
I gave them clear oceans, lakes, seas and streams,
And in them reflections would glisten and gleam.
I gave people soil so rich, pure and fertile,
I gave it with love to show my goodwill.
I gave them the seed of love and of peace,
With hopes that these feelings would greatly increase.
But little children, I'm counting on you,
To refresh the Earth as the mountain dew.
I'm counting on you to end the pollution,
And lovingly work to find the solution.
Comment by Magistar on June 5, 2010 at 2:56am
at last my sweet darling sister you have found the meaning of our name love you hun
Comment by Cherish Moondancer on June 5, 2010 at 1:47am
Come to us: Eagle, Wolf, Bear and Cougar.
Dance we now The Power dances.

Eagle soaring above the peaks,
Share with us freedom, majesty and fighting skills.
Teach us lessons we need to learn.
Dance with us The Power dances.

Wolf, cunning tracker, by day or night.
Share with us endurance, courage and adaptability.
Teach us lessons we need to learn.
Dance with us The Power dances.

Bear, trampling along earthen paths,
Share with us Mighty strength and sense of smell.
Teach us lessons we need to learn.
Dance with us The Power dances.

Cougar, lonely tracker of terrains,
Share with us Agility, stamina and endless curiosity.
Teach us lessons we need to learn.
Dance with us The Power dances.

Movements slow
Movements rapid.
Frenzied swaying
Upward, downward.
Dipping, turning
Round and round.
Dance we now
The Power dances.

Dancing partners,
You and I.
With me, in me
I am you, you are me.
Together as one,
Yet separate, too.
Dance we now
The Power dances.

Awaken now
All Spirit Beings,
To dance the dances
With your human kin.

Dance the Cycles
Of Life and Death,
Hope and Fear,
Good and Evil.
Dance the Cycles,
Now and Again.

Lowerworld, Upperworld,
Journeying now
and forevermore.
Of Time and Space
All is Once,
There is none.
Dance the dances
Again and again.

from R.M.P.J. 8/86

Members (37)


© 2018   Created by Lorddagon.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service