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A Passion for Poetry & Prose


A Passion for Poetry & Prose

A place for those who love to wander through the corridors of their minds to come and share those inspirations with others. Feel free to indulge whatever passion for writing that may inspire you.

Members: 70
Latest Activity: Jul 22, 2015

Discussion Forum

Desires 1 Reply

Started by alex aslinger. Last reply by Subrata Mukhopadhyay Sep 14, 2010.

craveings 2 Replies

Started by alex aslinger. Last reply by alex aslinger Sep 14, 2010.

freerang | collection of poetry

Started by editor_chief Apr 22, 2010.

New Poem 4 Replies

Started by WriterAtTheSea. Last reply by Terri Cox Jan 10, 2010.


Started by Terri Cox Jan 10, 2010.

In Appreciation of The Mediocre 2 Replies

Started by Terri Cox. Last reply by The Legendary Danny O'Doul Dec 31, 2009.

Tryin' to Conjure Up a Little Magic (song lyrics) 4 Replies

Started by Gregg. Last reply by Gregg Dec 17, 2009.

Craftsful Artisan 4 Replies

Started by Josh S.. Last reply by Patricia Dec 3, 2009.

What? 4 Replies

Started by Josh S.. Last reply by Patricia Dec 3, 2009.

Espirit 2 Replies

Started by Patricia. Last reply by Patricia Dec 3, 2009.

Comment Wall

Comment by The Legendary Danny O'Doul on November 18, 2009 at 1:38pm
Hell, you guys are spooky - especially the "whore guy."
I mean, poetry is alright for a laugh, and to get the chicks,
Especially the big ones, like the Italian Girls with jumbo
crenshaw breasts and ass cheecks as big as pomelos.

Have you ever seen one of these extra large, fleshy, voluptous
and juicy Roman broads, with the bright red lipstick and
The "Payless Patent Pumps."
Sometimes, they wear a horizontal striped white and navy
long-sleeve acrylic sweater -
on those nights I believe I have seen Paradise...
And, titty fucked it into oblivion.

From: Selected Poems from the Bic Pen of The Legendary Danny O'Doul
Comment by priyanka shrivastava on December 30, 2009 at 9:24pm
hiiiiiii Friends this is Priyanka. I love to write short stories and poems in English and Hind. I want to join your club to share my writings with all of you.
Comment by Mason Michael on January 2, 2010 at 12:21am
Hi y'all! A Happy and Prosperous 2010 to you all. If you feel in the mood, take a look at some of my poems on my website at
Comment by Jett Wells on July 8, 2011 at 11:08am

If you're an aspiring teen writer or are really into YA fiction, I strongly recommend checking out It's run by Harper Collins and the user base is super interactive, but the best part is real HPC editors are reviewing your work which means your scribbles could get published if its good enough. It's fiction, non-fiction and poetry--everything goes and the features are slick.


I work for the site, full confession, so if you have questions, hit me up.

Comment by Todd Faasse on November 1, 2011 at 1:36pm
So this is a passion for prose, a spacial forum where we can speak easy and mention who knows, maybe even transcend beyond words and share intelligent design, perhaps help mend the world out there in a single instant of time, my intuition is suggesting a collective moment of mind, a singular tantum, from the root to fruition a directive sublime, tertium organum, more than words, a mind tool to measure the story of life, a war of worlds, a divine fool who treasures not glory or strife, inscribing almost lost thoughts once forgotten, being here now, inciting the high cost not begotten, sleeping on a cloud, like Adam, fallen asleep never to reawaken, a mad man, stalling to keep a clever creation . . . Thanks for reading, Todd
Comment by Todd Faasse on November 1, 2011 at 5:57pm

Thought I'd share this:

Montana's Eyes

Sometimes the big sky is so clear . . .
Surrounded by creation's intent
As I walk within an infinite mirror
Upon the pathway I've been sent.
I can feel the love growing
And spread out my eagle's wings,
Welcoming the mighty winds blowing
And the divine promise that it brings.
Now that I can look from above
At the tiny world below . . .
I am harmless as a dove,
Still amazed by all there is to know.
We grow alone to share together,
I'm so at home with you nothing else matters...
Touched by infinite infinities
Deep within your eyes.
Hushed by all my heart sees
Dreams that cannot die.

Todd Faasse

Copyright ©2009 

Comment by BRADY THOMAS on November 10, 2014 at 12:09pm
Comment by Ms. Donna L. Quesinberry on June 28, 2015 at 7:59am
Comment by Durlabh Singh on July 22, 2015 at 6:07am


To think of you

Is not to think of you



A single point diverges

Into dimensions of horizon

Subterranean reasons within

Causing rippled symptoms.


Singular diversions

Of narcissus nihilty

A muted presence

Perhaps will be sufficient

For directing love into some clarity.


A life perhaps you loose

Or control over its luminosity

An entry into cessation

A heart into intellectual sterility.


A few returned to the sea

To pick rock or the rose

Under scorpioned rough shades

Some deadly tumults in remorse.



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