Abbott J Hardison

Abbott J Hardison 1h

Thank you,
For your hard work,
But please, to make it easier for me, I'd like all submissions in private message,
Or email.

It would really help out guys, I'm beyond happy so many people are making submissions. But it does really keep me on my toes!
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Feel free to submit more than one line as well! (I cannot guarantee the use of any more than one line though. I'll try my best)
Thank you all again, this is making me beyond happy

#300 #poet #poem

Abbott J Hardison 9h

Scrapbook Poem #51

Latin is a beautiful language,
But it confuses me.
Ignis significat aquam.

I think I have to learn Latin.

#latin #scrapbook #poems

9h

Viktoriia

history

things go missing,
lost somewhere between
then and now.
and the rest is history,
and all that you can do is try
to outrun the rising tide.
oh, to be carried away,
to be buried in your own garden.
if you cling to the things
you can't change,
that's the first mistake.
but the rest is already swallowed,
swept by the rising tide.
things go missing,
lost somewhere between
you and i,
reshaping history,
rewriting time
all the time.

#life #death #love #time #people #changes

9h

Sonia Ettyang

Inner Critic

Soon you will realize that the inner critic grew a large tall trunk with thorny branches. Entangled your inners and is now playing monsters in your head. Casting its shadows of doubt, despair and hoplessness.

Thus be wary of the inner critic, and tread carefully in its waters. For what may seem innocuous can turn detrimental. Shattering dreams and ambitions, leaving you in a never ending quagmire.

Tame the tongue of your inner critic before it eats you alive like poison

9h

Hannah Willker

the great fire of rome

I blame the chemicals
Rome wents up in flames
Sometimes I wish I weren’t the one to say
That is just my mind
That’s not who I am
To quiet when it dies
To loud when people scream
I see them reach for me

I beg you on my knees to stay
That’s all I seem to do these days
As if your shadow would be mine
You say
“That’s the curse of a loud mind”

I wish it weren’t mortal truth
In my head I’d give it up for you
I’d loose the crown, the chaos and the pain
And I’d dance, I’d dance right in those flames

You’d blow them out
Just one by one
And in your hand a loaded gun
“Peace always needed people dead”
And you’d lift it to the emperors head

For as long as I can remember I was in love with art and history. 'The fire of rome' a painting from Hubert Robert inspired this poem as well as the whole historical event. Natures catastrophes and history are both destructive things the human race cannot seem to escape. Just as we seem to be stuck in cycles of thoughts and bad habits and sometimes love can lend a hand.

#rome #history #art #thegreatfireofrome #overthinking #love #thusalwaystotyrannts #loud #mind

9h

larry mintz

Who Are My Honored Dead

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

One is Micheal who had red hair
Both decided to compare notes,
Micheal had striking anecdotes
One is Micheal who had red hair.

Both decided to compare notes
They were in Cafe 93,
The Honored dead place of safety
Both decided to compare notes.

They were in Cafe 93
My dead are my friends of the past,
Thier form gone but thier memory’s last
They were in Cafe 93.

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

#catenarondo