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Fallert May 2018
When there's a stormy night,
When winds howl with fright,
When I lose all my sight,
I walk.
When the sun burns the sky,
When the dark gives a cry,
When the moon tells a lie,
I walk.
When the bombs blow the streets,
When the trusted finally cheats,
When the unknown defeats,
I walk.
When the forest loses air,
When the steel breaks a tear,
When men cry in despair,
I walk.
When the flag falls from the tops,
When the farmers stop growing crops,
When the unstoppable stops,
I walk.
When everything seems clear,
When the room's filled with cheer,
When there's no longer any fear,
I walk.
Jo Barber May 2018
Calm, cool, contemplative.

This is all her face said to me.
Peering at me from behind pale, grey eyes,
she appeared rather wise.

Yes, those saucer-shaped eyes
reminded me much of the sky,
or a boat about to capsize.

So stormy were those eyes
that hid so much.
Her emotions,
completely untouched.

All because of those irreplaceable,
impenetrable eyes.
Mary-Eliz May 2018
birdsong
in cerulean sky
ceiling

green verdant grass
beneath us
lying lazily
in love
Breon Apr 2018
Let's bask atop this spinning stone
Where sun-glow sears the soles and skin
Until it reaches bleaching bone
And kisses it 'til wearing thin.
Let's savor summer's coming-home
As if it never will again.
The heatwave scorches off our fears
And sets us free. Scream joy and tears.

The blacktop, lapping at your heels
Like hellhounds barking out dog days;
The noonday shadows' faint appeals
All stifled in the phoenix blaze;
The April blossoms wilt and peel.
Their season's passed. They cannot stay,
Not while the sun is in its power,
We'll watch them die within the hour.
I hate summer. Spring may be the kindest season, but autumn seems more honest.
Ruby's ravishing rock
received many rave reviews
was of richest red
empty seas Mar 2018
Selfishly stringing stupid sentences
together to tell tomfoolery
the jokes are jeering
only a fool would find such a failure
so I stew in my slip up
Wondering when
My mistakes will make
our entire end
I make so many bad mistakes
Sethnicity Mar 2018
Pitter patter patterns ******* water on 2 Window s ills
slither slather slip purr wee wind whistles thru two tree pick s ee's
nestled tween the teeth grips silhouetted skyline
sunlit tea cups
how sweet it is 2 whittle time 4 love and space
slow settled be twin hill splits
and
mind sits
my flesh is DITHER dimpled by the thrill of it.
Inspired by @artwiculate
Word of the day : Dither

May add to this some day...
Asonna Mar 2018
Healthy heart hurts, hesitantly.
Her hollow home hears him. Horrific.
How her heart Hi-jinxed her happiness,
He hoaxed her, heckled her.
How homely.

How hopeless...
Today is brought to you by the letter 'H'.
Isaac Spencer Mar 2018
I'm sorry I'm not the me you always wanted me to be,
I'm sorry I couldn't stop the earth from spinning-
Couldn't dry the sea,
So when I flee back to be the person I was when we were you and me,
I'll leave you to see the empty me and set me free.
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