The Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery created by writers from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
This poem is inspired by my girlfriend…
————
…scars are so well hidden, tied up with a ribbon
They have pushed her to be driven, easy street never a given
She looks at them often, to remind her of what can…
By Ellysa Greenhalgh
Read More…sing and dance the following:
We reject the shallow call for reproduction for the sake of freedom,
We embrace our partners, friends, and family with free love,
We transform our iron-maiden forms into bodies…
By Dana Trick
Read More…teacher, greatest friend,
infinite bond without an end.
Before each fall your hand extends.
My wrongs and rights you would…
By Grace Y. Estevez
Read MoreHis struggle is a small…
————
…do I find the balance. What is the difference? How do I try and help myself at night time from having the same gut wrenching dream of the people who are sadly no longer living? My loved ones who I looked up to when I was just a energetic, enthusiastic loved filled little boy…
By Jordan Howat
Read MoreDarkspell Justice, my first novella…
————
…laughter died away the further Flora trudged through the forest. She already kept to the edges of the lessons, away from prying eyes and the horrid whispers. Now she was doing her best to keep to the…
By J.M. Guilfoyle
Read MoreI have written this poem for one of my friends…
————
…hefty comrade of vacillating hours,
Thou screen my siesta from the Phoebus' fire.
Who stands amidst the huddle like a stout…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read MoreIt was written first in Arabic. The current version is a free translation.
————
…one boat to another,
I wander between hazy lanterns
On the water that suppresses…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read MoreShe enters an antiques store and wants to buy a painting of a clown. The old proprietor reveals why she can't buy it.
————
…started looking at the walls. She had enough furniture, but she needed something on the walls of her apartment in downtown Ashleyville, Ohio. She walked to the rear of the small, crowded store and…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read More…have always wanted to go to
that place,
as a child I had seen it in a picture book.
Now, years later I stood…
By David Painter
Read More…I had a voice to speak for Africa
My fatherland and that of my ancestors
I’ll gladly condemn the spate of inequities
That has gnawed deeply into our main…
By Christopher Okonkwo
Read More
