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 May 2015
Poetic T
Trees surrender  
Flowering nevermore
Stripped flesh
Beauty vanishes.

Paper cartwheels
Yesterdays news
Memories fade
Today anew.

Paper burns
Warmth given
Ashes cinder
Cold tree.
A story with only two words per line (have a go)
 May 2015
Poetic T
Rain, rain go away  I,ve had enough of
You today, you met your friends near
The river bank and thought it would be
Fun to come up and give me a wave.
  
As you fell and friends did follow, you
Invited yourselves in through my door.
  
As more did follow, a house party of
Wetness invited, once dry objects now
Soaked, ruined by the unclean that pushed
Their way though my letter box.

Not even knocking to ask to come into
My home, drenching my settee and my phone.
  
Rain, rain has come to stay, ruined my
Things now being thrown away.
  
I don,t mind a drip a sprinkle or down
Pour, but I don't think you again should
Come knocking at my door.
 May 2015
Francie Lynch
A few years ago
Writers were chained
To typewriters.
Imprisoned by words.
Filling rolled white pages,
Onion-skinned and erasable.
They knew where
Their chains ended.
Today, I'm tethered
To a satelite,
Linked,
With no end
In sight.
 Mar 2015
Sjr1000
My poems are
lost down a shady grove,
They've taken up residence,
In a rainbow room,
Reflections cast on four white walls,
Whispered from this closing tomb,
Singing songs no one knows,
Poems lost in airy ether,
No one knows where they go.

My poems ride the winds,
Cascading down,
Tumbling into oceans
to be buried within,
When no one is looking,
They rise again.
It has been said
in space, no one can hear you scream,
Silence known far to well.

My poems are silence
in a darkened room
banging on consciousness door
to be set free,
Thought bubbles floating
in the breeze,
Set free, finally.

Pop.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
Wolf yearns for the moon,
Raven omen of ill wind,
Eagle soars heaven.
I`ve wrote this as if there nature totems
 Mar 2015
SE Reimer
~

earth's stunning beauty...
a bitter sweet concoction
we imbibe to pass away
the hours, the haze,
our allotted days
with effervescing
memories!

~

*post script.

written in response to a club-member's photo post on another site...
a medley of photos from her garden.

her photos, my musings...
how could she know that today is a musing, effervescent day?
 Mar 2015
Amitav Radiance
Love yourself
To understand its meaning
A beginning
Of an eternal bond with the soul
Reveal
The true identity of thyself
Decipher*
The true meaning of love
Extend
Your hand toward love
Love
Shall willingly embrace you
Share
This wealth of love with one and all
A path
Shall lead to the one who is special
Two hearts
Where love dwells is haven
Love
Is eternal and accepts you
Cosmic truth
You become a part of it
 Mar 2015
wordvango
this time is the other time
that which I left
on the backside of her
hanging
like a neon sign saying
come here
as i walked away
not really certain
but the rage made me
just walk away
I asked myself
am I sure
as I sipped again
the bitter sweet
bourbon
 Mar 2015
wordvango
I recruit
the virgins
to fly
a plane into my head

I wrap myself     in TNT
and blow myself

no one else

There in Jerusalem, Iraq
I ran through all the scenes
in my head. Came up with
****** man

Violence is incorporated
into religion.
It ain't
the first
time.
 Mar 2015
Nat Lipstadt
it occurs to me
as for a Saturday sunrise,
I'm awaiting,
witness testifying
to the
glory of the glorious,
which color-selected sky today is
pale young girl
wallpaper pink aglow dominatrixed


it occurs to me
there are probably
Thousands
of us
composing, lyric evolving,
at this exact
same minute
all over the world

see visionary behind the eyelids
scenarios, YouTube videos,
all my own, of

words tumbling,
letters individual
joining up, forming,
breaking bad,
reforming,
until and unto
combinations satisfactory

falling
from the sky
fresh direct into our heads,
the random draw
of what we will
"create"

regifted from the universe

this was my daily selection, bread,
that I did not choose, but make believe,
I did

our only choice,
none

here I am again smiley face,
as it occurs to me,*
grinning silly
thinking
I can improve
on sunrises and
poems that arrived
fully formed...
 Mar 2015
DC raw love
As the rain finally stop
I hear the last of the drops

The fading moon dark gray skies
Now showing a new misty blue

The sounds of pouring rain
Now changes to singing birds

As the sun crevices through the trees
I now hear squirrels running in the trees

I fight myself to open my eye's
Enjoying myself in the dream world

Still darkened in this house
I find myself needing relief
Not quite aiming correctly

As I continually fight my eye's
I find day old coffee in the ***
Which is ok my by me
Thank god for the microwave

I now sit at my desk
To start the next day
 Mar 2015
Nat Lipstadt
Hardly Hidden

for Helen,
the High Definition brunette momma among us


there are tracks in your arm
ready visible
to all those
with a personal microscope
if one
optically
examines the empty spaces
tween your poem-words....

the exterior all smiles,
whooping it up,
children, all smiles,
tumbling, breaking things,
ceilings collapsing, winters arriving,
as is the way of the kids
and nature,
inexorable,
occasionally
breaking you to
smile too

Abut to all this
is the contentiousness,
the aboriginal sense of loss
for what once was,
plain out in
in the secret messages sent
and
you know
you own
my all
unuttered utter devotion

we need no qualification
of what we are

we are friends,
not drinking buddies,
the straight out
semi-secret fans
of each other

thousands of miles apart
of simple purity borne,
you warm me
with endless jokes
and familial tales

and I thank you
for sharing, for trusting,
me with that troubling notion
that I am missing
a sorrowful deepening
that is
after a wellness examination

hardly hidden**

but t'is heard around the world,
gunshot to my heart,
come to me when
ever
is understood that this
paean ~ pain ~ poem
is a simple wayfarer's way
of declaring
forever

I know you are sleeping now,
but when  the fall sun breaks,
here is hoping me that you
break into private tears
in private places
like the ones decorating me,
celebrating
the best of what
humans
can be
 Mar 2015
bones
The night
sky spills
past and
fills the store
beneath with
pools of
blue shadow
and silence,
they are all
there, the
books, on
the shelves,
waiting
ready to drop
like Sundance
and Butch
making good
their escape,
if only I'd
seen how
they'd been
squeezed
in I could
liberate them
all, wrong
verb (perhaps),
but.....
     ...... what
use will be
tomorrow's
sunrise
with no
book to read
by it's light ?
misplaced royalties
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