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It is a world of wonder and delight
because of this love we call poetry

With sisters and brothers
and friends and lovers
and novice and poets to see

There are poems to be crafted
and humor to be laughed at
but sadness is not to be spared

With nightmares to be spoken
as they are put out in the open
and hopes and dreams are shared

We all gather together
to put down with letters
that, which makes us who we are

From near or from far
this is what we are
the crafters of poetry

mkt
The ghosts in the trees,
They're all staring at me.
I'm out here alone and lost,
Can't they just let me be?

The ghosts in the trees,
They seem to be scared.
I just want to go home,
But I don't know my way there.

A ghost of a raven
shrieked from the tree.
You may hide in a ravine
You may jump in the sea
You can run to the mountain
Pray to the craven
But I will find theeee!


That ghost in the tree,
It knows my name!
Turning, I start to run,
I don't like this game!

That ghost in the tree,
That shrieked my name.
It's starting to follow me,
Does it know I'm in pain?

Raven, Raven
Stark and mad
No safe haven
To be had
Yellow beak
Upon your back
For evermore,
Forever more.

Ghostly raven in that tree,
Why do you wish to torture me?
I'm simply lost, I don't want trouble.
Can't you just go to hell already?!

Ghostly raven in that tree,
I didn't really mean that.
I'm already so afraid,
I can't stand your beak upon my back.

Flee, fly, foe, crumb
My claws in your hair
Till your heart grows numb
-Begone or your'e done

Evil black bird I can see,
With your mocking and taunting.
I see a glowing light ahead
Your ghostly image is fading

Evil black bird I can see,
With your hatred and torture.
The glowing light is within reach,
I'll be gone and you have no future.

*Begone, begone
The night is long
I fear your fear
Unbidden here
Forever more
Forbidden.
Thank you to r, his fantastic poetic abilities really brought this collaboration to life.
My heart and soul
have been cast
from their anchor
and are adrift
on the sea of despair

Carried by the currents
of hopelessness
toward the dark
and dangerous shores
of self-destruction

But ahead is a light,
A beacon of love
and salvation
from one in a bright
and distant land

One that desires
to be that anchor
I so desperately need
An anchor of love
hope and understanding

mkt
My hopes have turned to ashes
And my dreams into dust
As I walk through the parched
Desert of my present
To reach a future
That appears both
Bleak and desolate

Mkt
Blank page
either a source
      Of frustration
               Or
                 Endless
                        Possibilities
It is hard when you are not sure what to write at times whether for an assignment or creative writing. It helps to think on the positive side about Endless Possibilities.
I’m going to live in a hole,
"nobody loves me"
Like a big fat ugly old troll,
"everybody hates me"
I’ll keep to myself
Far from everyone else
"I’m going out to eat worms"
To protect my tired weary soul**

mkt
Mixing a little poem that I was playing around with (Bold) and a old children's rhyme (Italic).
Pain and sorrow
are the reward
for caring too much

mkt
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