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Rickey Someone Mar 2022
8/28/2021

Look at all the green
And forget all the blue
You’re outside now
And it can’t touch you
neth jones Mar 2022
Inuit art
framed in medical waiting rooms
famined behind glass
wronged chime



the grazing eye passes through the greed of it
little need
with such clement weather



Stretch out those eagar linkers
and read those signals
        you were nursed to read



being tactile
induce swelling
and poke at holes



There is no dignity
and we look ridiculous
        within its service



share a meal of teeth
family of whitened grins, laughs and interdependent stares
a formula
for props and catalogue



Cash in my reflection
at retail it'll fetch its metal

*


                       t h e          e n d
neth jones Feb 2022
unkempt drey
a winter white bone tree of lungy dew
grey squirrel in an urban way
curious for shelter
checks out the drey
      and scuffs about
      but the scruffy drey
      falls into its pieces
     (in spring to decay)
the creature is left
      startled
      grappling for a purchase
      and a posture of dignity
18/02/22
neth jones Feb 2022
motionless Winter chill
crystal dry and vacuous
         still
life thrives minuscule
busy in me ******
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2022
Prune away the rumors
Run all those 'little whiles' together
But you won't get forever
Dream of obituaries
Under the apricot tree
Because those who built
This future are dead
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2022
~
Strange how
my feet won't touch
the ground.
Strange how
my bags are packed
with sadness.

Plight is
my fellow passenger
to Osaka sun,
or Artic chill,
or some volcanic
love nest.

Strange how
my jet-setting eyes,
they see paradise only
on satellite tv,
yet they see the once
beautiful people
and all their utter dismay,
as they pass through
the metal detectors.

So strange
that I can hear
their strife
their suffering
well above
the engine's roar.

~
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Dec 2021
We like to see the things, black and white...
We don't want to get into, What's wrong... What's right...!?
Struggling against the situation, we usually forget our power and might...
When the day feels heavy... We write, to keep our mood lite...!
We dodge the darkness of trouble from our powerful word's light...
Observing the nature, from the start of the day till the end of night...!
We pour our thoughts and imagination on the paper, when we start to write!
It's 2nd part of my poem — "We write"...

Read first part here
👇👇👇
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4432254/we-write/ ...

Wasn't active here from last few days... Coz of my sem. Examination... But now my examinations are finished... And I'm back here again 😅...so again, I'll start exploring new poems... And 'll try to interact with most of the writers 😊😊...

Another flow of rhymes 😅😅
Zywa Dec 2021
The birds fly with me

in the same direction, if --


I look short enough.
Collection "Between where"
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2021
~
Cold cold heart
Frozen plumage
Like a peacock
Her ladyship
In the campfire light
Skating about the pond
Of her own vanity

~
neth jones Dec 2021
a semi seasonal species
we are subject —
— but many play out the Winter
with long work hours
and pricy imported foods
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