With words we defy impermanence

Apr 2017

Jawad

STUDENTS OF LIFE

Teacher, life;
Students, everybody;
Lessons, tragedy;
Homework, poetry;

To JB.

We poets are just doing our homework in life...

#life #poetry #lessons #students #wisdom

Apr 2017

Jawad

WE ARE POETS

In our world,

Things have souls that flap;
           Stars always fall in love;
                 Dreams feel the heartbeat of beyond;
           Colours swim in swarms;
Thoughts are surrounded by auras;
Love is always here;
Souls have mixed colours;
Hearts float around;
Feelings have their own logic;
Each dreams is surrounded by an aura;
Wings go beyond dreams;
Colours tend to share their feelings;
Flowers are ballet dancers.
Things have hearts that play music;
The wings of souls sometimes make a sound;
                      Feathers often dream of beyond;
The heart beat of an aura is slow;
Souls smile through eyes;
Feathers shed tears, sometimes;
Hearts love to flirt with stars;
Things have dreams about feelings;
Auras always smile;
Thoughts have multiple souls;
Wings have auras, too;
Stars kiss each other when the moon is not looking;
Colours have short dreams;
Love goes beyond;
Thoughts are in love with stars;
An average aura dreams every day;
Things smile to each other on occasion;
Hearts think in beats;
Feathers cry sometimes;
Hearts enjoy dancing with auras;
Bees write prose;
Beyond is always here;
Dreams come in many colours;
Tears are stars in disguise;
Here is always somewhere else;
A star’s heart beat is faster than light;
Smiles are portals to beyond;
Colours smile when they remember;
A dream’s wing is transparent;
Butterflies are secretly jealous of flowers;
The aura of a smile tells a story;
Feathers love colourful auras;
                        All smiles dream about love;

~~~
This is our world.
We are different.
We are beautiful.
We are *poets.

Poets are aware about their world in a different way.

#poets #poetry #world #different

Apr 2017

Elioinai

Rewrite Me

Suffering is Suffering
and Pain is Pain
Any such hand can move the quill
deeper in your heart of ink
Rewrite your story
and Embolden the heading
Love
Dripping down in red and black
Salty water smudge the edges
but only for a while
The quill comes back to sharpen them
Carving like a sword
away the imperfections

Mar 2017

Gidgette

Feed Me Fear

I don't know the realisation
of a vacation
of motivations

My own

Truth is rude
reality crude
Beauty eludes

This zone

So aviated
Emaciated
Unimancipated

Empty

Time escapes
Protruder rapes

I can't think
Thus I drink

There is no hope
To cope
Eternal rope

A necklace

A brace
Losing race
Hard case

I

Was YOUR vacation
Emancipation
Salvation

YOUR

I was your
Door
Floor

Your

Rug
Drug
Biting bed bug

Me

I can't fight
Not right
Can't take flight

Bottle of *****
Won't win just lose
Shades of blues

I cry
Lie
Wish I'd die

Complicate
Break
Fake

Feed me
Fear

I was given words today by the side of the road. Its funny, what and whom, we pay no mind to. Maybe someday I'll post those words for you all to read. They were odd. And for me. On the way to get something for my grams. I was stopped. Odd.

Mar 2017

Lori Jones McCaffery

3

Three times nothing is nothing
Why do you keep going back
Haven't you had enough nothing
To last til forever and back.

Sometimes we just never learn

#disappointment #unrequitedlove

Mar 2017

Akira Chinen

tea and conversation

Poetry is where the soul and the heart meet for tea and conversation and love and lust argue of who is better in bed and end up ******* on top and underneath the table

Mar 2017

Elizabeth Squires

Genuflect

in a cozy nest*
the sect of snakes
did reside
with the chief asp
holding a strong
preside

none would ever move
until he gave an okay
to defy his edicts they'd
be thrown out of the shay

an uncomfortable position
the servile vipers were in
each of them had disclosed
secrets to the overlord's ear tin

after a time the snug abode
imploded on the leader of the sect
the underlings obtained some smarts
*and wouldn't willingly genuflect

#strong #secrets #chief #snakes #sect