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To Love,

Jun 5 Mike Adam

January

To Love,

Is to bottle the fireflies you chased all night,
to watch the lightning and wait for the thunder,
to slip on green moss and fall away the daylight,
to hold onto lichens and ivies creeping the corner.

to let the sunlight make your freckles tickle,
to feel the grass your naked feet walk across,
to let the snow make your nose crinkle,
to love? is to feel the time pause.

#love #rhyme #poetry #feelings #thoughts #overwhelm #light #beautiful #joy #priceless

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Out of Joint

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Ylzm

Out of Joint

Life is disjointed in space and time
Most virile when most foolish
Wisdom acquired only in hindsight
Inapplicable to ignorance past
And to shape destiny now revealed
And souls kindred but alas in flesh
Separated by distances and ages
And barriers natural and unnatural
Yet Spirit mocks not nor is futility
For surely Life's flaws but apparent
As a shard or fragment betrays a whole
A whisper of what once was, or to be
The anguish of unbeing but a promise
Of wholeness far beyond that glimpsed
But that glimpsed suffices for faith
Or for rebels to strive with hands
For earth and flesh is all there is
And two unfitting fragments joined
Soothes all brokenness' forlornness
And to forget disjointedness' promise

#being #unbeing #promise #brokenness #faith #rebel #separation #barriers #life #spiirt

Jun 3 Mike Adam

We Live

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Nyssa Jacobsen

We Live

We exist
In the spaces between the lines
In the pages of a story
That we write at different times

We live
In the subtle phrases
In the corners of a poem
That we read in early morning

We love
In between the moments
In a way we can't quite say
That we know is far too dangerous

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Twin Trees

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Soul-in-poetry

Twin Trees

All these emotions—
They swirl around me
Like flower petals falling from a tree
Only, I hope these are seeds
So that Instead of hitting the ground and rotting away
It’ll sprout and grow
Becoming something beautiful—
A connection between you and me

Like a wisteria tree becoming a twin to a delonix regia
Fire and love
Hate and passion
Connected and tied together in these roots
In these complicated branches

Did you know,
That inosculation trees,
Tend to have better survival in the wild?
They work together to support one another
Sharing nutrients
Providing stability

Sometime they look as if they are growing from the same trunk,
Or like they’re entwined, forever together
Don’t you think twin trees,
Are like twin flames?
Don’t you think,
They are like you and me?

#lovepoem #love

Jun 3 Mike Adam

so suddenly thundered

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Michael Sean Maloney

so suddenly thundered

so suddenly thundered
ripped from sleep

tipped tossed tumbled
out into the under

of such endless grief
and rubble

now
we pace and pray

now
we scratch and claw at wires and crumbs

now
we shriek with absolute loss

yet all the while
wishing and waiting and wanting

to rise
to rise
to rise

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Consciousness

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Agnes de Lods

Consciousness

When we were leaving our place
I turned back for a moment,
I wanted to see it one last time.
The forest pulsing with dense life.

The first whisper
of Ambrorella’s blooming,
bitter fruit plucked
when we were hungry.

It was then I felt, for the last time
the false peace
of a sated animal.

I closed my eyes
and when I opened them
nothing was the same as before.

I remember,
You held my hand.
I was never just your rib,
I have always been your equal.

You didn’t resent me
for not wanting to live in illusion.
And so, our awareness began to grow.

I took the fruit
and I wasn’t the reason for our fall,
we just saw the world as it is.

I feel complete,
despite the pain that moved through my body
and still, it remains.
When all seems to die or to be born
I carry the warm living light.

#myth #equality #awakening

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Jaguar

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Agnes de Lods

Jaguar

His fur catches twinkling light
spots motifs hypnotize.
He paces the cage, restless.
The black claw wants
to tear open raw flesh.
Pulsing dense warmth
flows in the heavy air.

To get closer—
just for a while,
to look into gold-red, cold eyes
To touch the mystery,
to ask what it feels
when it rips apart the skull
and slurps the fading beingness…
Is curiosity worth it?

Nature is no accident,
Nothing is left to mere chance.
Stare too long into his eyes,
the barriers come down…
Is that you, or is that I?
An ominous gaze is a gift
that unveils the fated future.

If they open the door
He reacts without control.
His instincts unerringly
detect unspoken warnings.
Run away,
Turn to stone,
Scream or Faint if you want.

The shrinking, narrow space
puts everyone to the test
in a world of large and small cages.

#jaguar

Jun 3 Mike Adam

From The Valley

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Kurt Philip Behm

From The Valley

In flowering
wishes
a feeling
unfolds

A vase
sits awaiting
its love
to arrive

Each petal
of hope
in a blossom
untold

Till picked
from the valley
of passion
— alive

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Jun 3 Mike Adam

My Brother, Todd

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Thomas W Case

My Brother, Todd

When my oldest brother, Todd,
came back for my mom's funeral,
he had this light about him.
His face was a poem.
Sure, he was the oldest, and he
had a healthy-looking tan from the
hot New Mexico sun, working
outside with turquoise, silver,
and bear claws to make
jewelry for the tourists, but there
was more than that.

He was an artist, and all artists have
a fractured ease about things, but he
lit up. Something from the inside
projected out.
He comforted everyone else, we leaned
on him. His eyes oozed serenity.

A few calendars later, when I traveled
back for his funeral, I saw the same
look on a few of his friends' faces.
His wife told me after the service
that Todd had gotten sober years before.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE&t=9s
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon. My other boos on Amazon are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.

#wwwthomaswcasecom

Jun 3 Mike Adam

The Cost of Searching

Jun 3 Mike Adam

Kalliope

The Cost of Searching

In every gesture, repost, or rhyme
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.

Sometimes I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes,
maybe then my heart would stop searching
for signs it was never meant to find.

#heartache #restless #searching #overthinking #anxiety #analyzing