Fading stars
Hazy gray
Soft feet creeping
Wait for light of day
Blazing colors warm the skin
Blinding sphere of light rise up
Waiting calm
Breeze and trees.
Feathers light.
A branch
The crunch of leaves.
As you please.
Silk-smooth fur
Soft brown eyes
Looking up.

Slender and graceful
Do I dare?
Need to survive
Tender and tasteful
Deep breath
Focus. Concentration.
Steady now, not a sound.

into the abyss of envy he
it gobbled him down in its

the desire to be the class
tormented his resentment

they of quills superb of
outshone the poseur's paltry

he hankered for what they
yet alas his penning so bad in

at espying their brilliance of
the ground swallowed him up as a

jealousy he'd never ever
of the green hue there'd be a lasting

Atoosa Kourosh Oct 2017

Passionate negotiations
Twirling truce in the battle of the sexes
Drama dancing in every dynamic phrase and flourish
Questions posed in angles answered in curves
Skill balanced on a razor's edge
Try to turn away - magnetic forces will pull you back
Returning with fierce vengeance to hard earned harmony

Drawn to this dance since I first saw it as a child.......mystery and tension, passion and grace....and all the tapestry of the Tango
Carter Ginter Sep 2017

I wish my words could echo
Reverberating across your body
Leaving goosebumps in their wake
And leaving you trembling
Begging for more

But they don't
And likely won't
These words simply fall short
Clattering to the floor
Like broken promises

My heart screams and aches
As my only mode of comfort falters
Electricity shocks through my body
As I hear your words in the dark
Echoing so beautifully off of each cell in my trembling body
You give me chills
And I'm genuinely happy for you

Knit Personality Jul 2015

100% of all the time
Require a reason for the rhyme.


Knit Personality Jul 2015

Of faulty meter and rhyme
    I am the master.
        Yes, I'm.
My name's Poe Taster.


Stanley Wilkin May 2017

I had held myself as a greater man,
A soldier aloof from the whims of life.
The only things I cared for were the gladius in my hand
The screams of my enemies
As their blood dripped from my blade
And they lay clawing at my feet.

I went whoring with the boys
Played with them games of dice
Laughed at their jokes.
It was all lip service.
I did not care for their ways,
The ways of lesser men.
I was a soldier whose only lust was for blood.
I was better.

The new recruits came
With their beardless faces.
They huddled together for comfort,
Some cried to their mothers
Others prayed.
Those simpering wrecks were of no interest
Except for one
With the stature of a god
The confidence of a titan
He stood amongst his peers
As a man stands amongst children.

It was not long until we sparred.
As good soldiers there was no need for words.
We both knew what was obvious
What was as certain as life and death
We were brothers in arms
Of the same breed
We were as one.

The fight came.
Outnumbered ten to one
We fought
Until blood soaked our faces
Our enemies and our own
Until crimson flooded our eyes
Our noses
Our mouths.

Before night fell we were the only two left
Alone in a field full of ravenous beasts
Of coprses waiting for the crows
Left to rot in some far flung land.
Their gaping snouts salivated
Waiting for the chance to sink their blades into our flesh.
A new emotion filled my veins.
I was no longer fighting for myself
To satisfy my lust for death
But for my kin standing next to me
The god made flesh

It was as we stood back to back
As I felt him stand firm against Fortuna’s whims
That I knew I was finally what I claimed to be
For Erasmos
My love
Has made me a greater man.


Literally Atul Kaushal
Would mean
Incomparable Skill.

Seven words' poem
My HP Poem #1444
©Atul Kaushal
Harvey Soqui Dec 2016

There's greatness and essence in everything that i keep on compressin'

and if I let my skill loose i can get very impressive,

our struggle is not something that i want to keep on addressin'

but if it brings tears to your eyes, here let me give you some leverage.

It's hard to explain
that i never been on a plane,
people think i'm insane
people think that i'm playing,

If it's ok i rather stay close to the earth,

after all it hosted my birth

clear skies and water, it's gonna get worse.

let's clean minds
becoming the bleach of a nation

overcoming some streets! It's amazing!

Get high!
under the streets in the basement,

The real talk
never gets played on the stations

Believe it or not it's not artificial
this heart is hard to get through
lines smoother than tissues
own nothing that's superficial

Crystal Peterson Nov 2016

Multitasking is a great skill
But there is no skill more valuable
Than that of focus

A dream committed to fully
With undivided attention
Produces unprecedented results

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