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Mar 3 Polar

guy scutellaro

heavy rain from a darkening sky
and buildings fall

no one knows what will be left
running down the nowhere
where dreams die
on a metal tray
at the hospital morgue

trouser leg pushed up
the search for black ink
and a child's name
begins

perhaps the arm
the hip

the back?

and the children plead,
lie to me,
tell me,
i won't die,
today

and the silent screams
are left in an eternity of why?

foul and bitter hearts
will prevail
on both sides,
this is the poetry of death

Sep 2023 Polar

prayers in silence

Sep 2023 Polar

Julian

prayers in silence

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.

May 2023 Polar

In Repose

May 2023 Polar

Sally A Bayan

In Repose

(last night)

The day’s raging rains
finally stopped,
humid summer winds,
cooled into soothing breezes.
:::::::::::::::::
a pink, purpled sky
quickly darkened,
calls of crickets,
croaks of frogs
they got lost in the air.
the day’s noise segued
to a soft echo of voices,
.............f a d i n g
..........g r a d u a l l y
::::::::::::::::::::::
'til burning worries
of the mind were calmed,
forgotten for the night.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::
lights turned somber
and amplified a spreading,
much awaited
silence.

All found their places,
their own shelter
in the comforting dark.
nature...was in repose.

sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 17, 2023

May 2023 Polar

And I Will Rise

May 2023 Polar

Thomas W Case

And I Will Rise

There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.

I have 2 and a half weeks sober I went to the hospital and had 2 withdraw seizures. I fell and hit my head, I got a concussion and a small brain bleed, I am hopeful.

#alcoholism #hope #pain

May 2023 Polar

Urban Legend

May 2023 Polar

Carlo C Gomez

Urban Legend

The city that never sleeps
is also
The city that never dreams

Look out for future unrest!

#humor #satire #urban #legend #city #future

May 2023 Polar

the death of Poe

May 2023 Polar

Anais Vionet

the death of Poe

Edgar Alan Poe is dead. Seriously, I read it.
He died in October 1849 - or did he?
Do we really know?

Poe wrote about death a lot,
he teased with it, it was his favorite tool.
He kept death close and twisted it like a knife.

His profession was the macabre, the shadow,
the summoned dread and the gruesome aftermath.

He was a writer and a critic - what’s more dreadful than a critic?

They say he died from “unknown causes”
- how absolutely perfect.

BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Aftermath: the period after a destructive event.

#poe #writer #critic #death #unknowns #humor

May 2023 Polar

Long nights

May 2023 Polar

Writing of the Unknown

Long nights

I stay awake
Thinking of one
While another sleeps

Longing to feel wanted
Wishing to be held once more
Wanting to remember
What it ment to be safe

I lay awake
Unable to sleep
Creating false realities
Just to help me feel

Perhaps another level
Or another page
Might help in this
Long night ahead