nighttime    and next to nothing is everything, all worth knowing, you, write my poetry, as I write of you with breathless ease and comfort, for the ...

on your...roof!    “Masks” by Shel Silverstein: She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They Searched For blue, Their ...

body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of ...

why does it matter?    “I've got a guilty heart, and a troubled mind. No matter where I go, you’re never far behind. I'd like to think that you've forgiven ...

33/Other/wherever sin is aborning   

costa barnacla    particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand, shall stay in place, be the capstone of my summer living vision, become permanent part and ...

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

<> ?What good is to be a King when you cannot lead, what good is to be a shepard when the flock dying, what good ...

22/F    Texas for sure, a girl, a woman, a mystery, a buzzard and an eagle

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my ...

one of the Dakotas    “So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho’ ...

14/M/all my life, an islander.    woman takes you down to her place near the river; You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever And you ...

when I login, my truths insist, all the rest is vanity; so you see the writing comes hard, but the knees promise with every step ...

in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet ...

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their ...

To walk on the left, you must know right. ~~—————————————— “Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. ...

I fear I'll do some damage one fine day, but I would not be convicted bya jury of my peers Still crazy, Still crazy after ...

on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are ...

New Caledonia    write less, write better, learn from you...

M/Inner Shelter    Writing poetry since 2002

19/M/Idaho    lesneskio@gmail.com Just an 19 old guy, who changed his old bad ways. And yet people look at him and see the old him.....

20/M/Home    Took the shackles off my feet so I can dance -- dancing in His light