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.
Art Mourns But Hopes/Searches
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…after my young love left me, I knew I could no longer
live if I did not go in search of him. It was hard to leave
home with no hope of ever having him for my…
By L. Shapley Bassen
Read MoreI must be getting old.
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…have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life
It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality
Some might call it baggage, but it contains all that I am
And each time I open it, I find the bits and pieces of experience that have made me
I often wish that I could forget much of the…
By James Geehring
Read MoreIn a world of turmoil, it is art that endures...
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…the ruins
Of empires gone
Tumbled bricks
And empty rooms
We do not cheer
Their battles…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreI wrote The Gathering during a lively time while among friends and companions…
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…has turned to dusk, and we've gathered here near the crossroads of both day and night. Among our campfire, shifting shadows move as one. The twilight's soft procession has begun. We've gleaned visions as we…
By Shannon Kelley
…was coddled, but only as a baby.
Then I grew up a little bit and
the conditioning began. It was all about her narcissistic presumptions, but
I wouldn’t know what was really…
By Carol Jewell
Read More…would never know, empathy
It made him a difficult man.
His needs much greater,
And I was a hater,
That he was his own biggest fan.
In the mirror he’d gaze…
By Dawn DeBraal
…flame hovered silently, above its sooty wick
Throwing jagged shadows on the walls of mortared brick
And as my pen leaves marks of ink upon an empty page
The dancing, yellow candle ghost performs like brilliant…
By James Geehring
…am the precedent:
A classic “I told you so” case.
I am a convict in the cage
Of religious rage.
I am the fuel,
The fire…
By Angelique Diedrick
