Wordscape - Hello Poetry

Aug 2017

JS Clark

Alone

I put the eggs in the water,
I am alone.
I cook them for myself,
I am by myself.

Folks may want to feel a bit sorry for me.
I always wonder why.
There is stark difference in being alone
And being lonely.

I know many know this difference,
These folks know that alone is alone.
I don’t understand the need for
Constant companionship.

I don’t understand the
Always-Needing-to-Be-Married--
I don’t understand their sneers and jeers.
Freedom is a fine mistress.

I’ve been in the relationship,
I’ve felt the benefits of the companion.
But there’s something to be said for alone.
Solitude asks for nothing.

Jun 2017

SøułSurvivør

feathers

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                        doom // the///
                            color of despair
                        they are bright
                  as parrots//////
                    emerald rainbow
              hues // rubies //
               topaz // peridot //
              deepest sapphire
          blue // but the ///
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        feathers // or /////
           plumes if you poets
      will /// if they are
      slipped // if they are
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016

I hope this comes out!

#poetry #writing #pen #concrete #feathers

Jun 2017

Keith Wilson

MUSEUM

They  call  my  flat
a  museum.

Because  of  all
my  stuff.

But  as  a  keen
collector.

I  can  never  get
enough.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2017.

May 2017

Cné

Poetry

My life is full of poetry
in lyrical design
Expressions in a rhythm
that ascend and then decline.

One moment I am full of joy,
then sorrow breaks my heart.
My soul is touched by music
and the thrill that it imparts.

I love the rain, embrace the sun
and smile at winter snow.
I crave the full moon's silver light
and dance beneath the glow.

I savor sweet aromas
taking pleasure in the breeze
And love the gentle rustle,
as it passes through the trees.

Yes, poetic is the gift of life,
inspiring me to rhyme.
I'd write a million odes to it,
but I just don't have the time!

Happy Saturday

#life #time #inspiration #poetry

May 2017

Vivi Greene

who

Who decides about what is pretty
if what really is beautiful
is the ability
to see the incredibility
in every single
grain of dust?

May 2017

Alex McQuate

1:27 A.M.

It's dark,
Shaun Morgan is bellowing into my ears that he's reliving the same experiences over and over,
That nothing's forever.

The flick of a bic,
The taste of tobacco and ash,
Filling my lungs and giving my brain a buzz,
And in this sleepless night I'm inclined to agree with him,
Nothing lasts forever,
So what are you waiting for?

#repetition #legacy #insomnia

May 2017

bryn

Closed

closing in on me
c        l        o        s        e        r
c      l      o      s      e      r
c    l    o    s    e    r
c  l  o  s  e  r
closer
i used to have space
now i'm squished in my own thoughts,
the people around me,
the loud noises,
and the quiet.
the quiet is like your best friend.
the one who lives across the country.
the one who you wish you saw more
the one you wish you had
by your side
all
the
time

help me

#closedin #help #depression