Freelit Stories

Silence, what can be said about...

Is the golden ratio truly golden? Has this number truly been incorporated by painters and sculptors? Or is it just the rule of nature into what we perceive as more beaut...

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile...

Alliteration in some corners of the literate world is considered to be a lesser part of the form of art. I strongly disagree with this view, I sincerely think alliterati...

Another etymology of the word responsible, response-able, or the avoidance from responsibility. None of us can be excluded in this equation, and certainly not those who...

No matter what, the lawlessness will meet its end. This time demanding transparency beyond all the veils of power. Let justice speak for everyone, not just for the happy...

When all is dark, the light isn't only outside the tunnel, inside the tunnel burns a light too.

A riddle and fable say often more than a thousand words of agony.

A goodbye for ever.

Haiku, for a sorry soccer game. Gone forever. No more playing on this board. Close the game by folding it up and put it back in its box.

Sudden death, the toll, the pike at the turn, the crown bug, the microscopic death star, and how it came into our lives. How a bunch of officials all over the World didn...

How our ancestors warned us for the cyclic dangers of the Sun. Into the Solar minimum the corona holes will start to increase. This will directly affect the weather on o...

The forensic evidence left by a murderer, in almost correct haiku syllables.

It isn't just the president of the land of the free, who now finally has got his own bone spur war. All over the World our so-called leaders miss the boat to prepare, to...

Just HoPe a description for THis pOeM is unnecessary.

In a new World our species once more become hunter gatherers in our backyards and cities..

Finally there's someone who stands up against the filth and disgust that fills the front pages and back alleys of platforms like twitter and facebook. I wonder what thes...

As a kid, this is how I looked when I was sick but didn't wanna be ill. My body remembers, so here I am having fought pain and discomfort, setback and mourning of an old...

How injury evolved me through and beyond the fucking pain of the insult.

Rules have a function, rules also exist to be tested. Especially in writing poetry, grammar needs to sing a lower tone next to rhythm or rhyme, but even without rhyme in...