Archive for ‘Non authors poem’

August 24, 2018

CHANGE

by Harry

Submitted by The Dark Horse

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Do seasons shift?

Why do you stand in a limbo
Faithfully expecting the sun to remain

You’ll burn out from the rays of its ceaseless continuity
Only to then be eroded once the downpours turn up to your shores

Does passion eventually disenchant like fashion?

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August 23, 2018

Most haikus

by Harry

Submitted by Ed Ehren

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Most haikus one reads

Are nonsensical bullshit

Much like this one is

August 23, 2018

Why we hate Trump

by Harry

Submitted by Ed Ehren
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We don’t hate Trump because he’s Muslim
We don’t hate Trump because he’s black

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August 22, 2018

Cleanliness of thought

by Harry

Submitted by  tejaswibenjamin

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Cleanliness, purity of mind, thought and heart,

will surely make you a sweetheart.

Meditation and yoga are the way to go,

the benefits of it you will surely know.

Clear all bad thoughts, you will reach the skies,

you have only one life, so be wise.

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August 22, 2018

WHEN

by Harry

Submitted by Marie Tarrant

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I’m remembering days of yesteryear,
When fags were cheap, and so was beer.
When London streets were plagued by smog
When fires burned from coal and a log.
When steam poured out of engines of trains,
When there were no traffic jams in lanes.
When cars were new and bikes were rode,
When the coalman called and dropped his load.

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August 21, 2018

OLD FASHIONED WINTER

by Harry

Submitted by Marie Tarrant

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The smoke from chimneys climbing high
Form cloud like objects in the sky
The mist lies hovering over a field
Logs for fires in gardens build
The smell of cooking through the air
With bonfire smoke, they mix and share
The sun is out but cooler now
The farmers put away the plough
Trees undressed and waiting for,

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August 21, 2018

Ode to Kashmir

by Harry

Submitted by Ayesha Azhar

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Three in the morning
There’s been a raid
Twenty-one for the mourning
Seventeen coffins prepared

Wild, wild and vile
Blood, gore and bile
Broken limbs; still, still eyes
Food everywhere; it’s a feast for the flies

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August 21, 2018

ANTHEM OF UNITY BY CHINA ALEXANDRIA

by Harry

Submitted by CHINA ALEXANDRIA

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JOSEPH WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS
JESUS WORE A CROWN FIT FOR A KING
WHEN EVIL COMES IT DOESNT RAISE A BANNER
EVIL WILL NOT HARM US HEAR US SING.

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August 15, 2018

They say your in a better place

by Harry

Submitted by Sasha Deppen
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They say your in a better place
But what the hell do they know
They say your always with me
As I shake my head real slow
There is no better place for you,

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August 7, 2018

a diamond shining bright

by Harry

Submitted by patricia picciocchi
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clay akin your soul
is like a diamond shining bright
the depth I can see when darkness
comes your soul shines bright

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August 4, 2018

“Death chariots,snake charmers, and a childlike sense of wonder”

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Two hearts could hold a lake of love
and be just a row boats oar apart;
others hold knives to throats, threatening
their very existence.

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August 3, 2018

An American Satire

by Harry

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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The elephant sitting in a sycamore tree
Lazily peeling a banana for his tea
Pauses to wonder why ants are free
To march with banners extolling
Demands to ban pesticides that are
Harmful to them and pollenating bees.

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August 3, 2018

The COMPLEXITY of TIME

by Harry

Submitted by Emphorium

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What is it I elude to
Within the complexities of time.
The arrows of time,
The linearity of time,
Or is it space time,
Or the simple neglectful
Waste of anyone’s’ time?

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July 30, 2018

The creative well is all dried out

by Harry

Submitted by Catherine Keller

The creative well is all dried out
Hiding the truth in plain sight
Seasons change and so do we
In this dysfunctional paradise.
Another day about to be wasted
As a fading youth
Trapped within these ink-splattered pages.

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July 30, 2018

Vladimir

by Harry

Submitted by Ed Ehren

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Each time that he see’s Vladimir
He wants to take it up the rear
Mind you, not because he’s queer
But what he did to get him here.

July 29, 2018

Pretending it’s your lips

by Harry

Submitted by Meg Eliza

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Kissing the rim of my coffee cup
Pretending it’s your lips
Imagining the feeling
Of your hands upon my hips
Where hands meet hips and hearts meet lips
I never could imagine something better

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July 29, 2018

Vexes

by Harry

Submitted by Catherine Keller
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We’re always chasing, killing and craving time
There will always be bullies
Whether it be in the sandbox
Or the Senate.

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July 23, 2018

Donald and Vladimir’s rendezvous

by Harry

Submitted by  Ed Ehren
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You bought me dinner,I gave you a rose
You sucked on my fingers,I sucked on your toes

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July 23, 2018

Caravan

by Harry

Submitted by Pratik Bose
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Night after night
My city passes through
Some drowsy dark eyes..

When I die
I scarcely think
But I bleed all because of fading past

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July 20, 2018

Cynical is the city’s

by Harry

 Submitted by Timmy the Scribbler

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widest, brightest, boulevard;
not a smudge, nor a gouge to be found
and strong drinks are often on the houses
on the condition the existence
of the secret suction machine
is kept mum by whosoever partakes,

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July 20, 2018

Third party-

by Harry

Submitted by Meg eliza

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Another slam poem about love right,
But the thing ill never understand is the way that your hand;
Can fit so perfectly into another’s.
that happiness is monumental but so momentary.
I don’t know maybe it’s just me or my inability to see the cracks and creases in the broken pieces of your smile.

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July 18, 2018

“Copper 2”

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Smells like parvo beagles

birthday money tests

bleeding from the eyes

beat up bookshelves on dressers

learning to put down live animals so they won’t suffer

life is a hard lesson

rocks in your throat

soft green green moss

so we grow to greater heights than before

and the kettle whistles

weighing down our clouds

as slingshots

just before launch

July 18, 2018

Tropical Dream

by Harry

Submitted by thaharbor

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I awake to waves colliding into bleached sands as they sizzle across the seemingly-endless coastline

Waves that are a deep blue, yet also transparent; waters that appear to be pure, but are found to be brine

Its spray weaves within the wind, a mist that grazes over the beach and onto the tops of my exposed feet

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July 10, 2018

‘The World is My Canvas’

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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I open my eyes
With a purpose in my mind,
Life on it’s curvy path
It’s actually quite one-of-a- kind.
The lofty mountains,
The oceans so wide.
Browns and blues,
A palette so myriad.

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July 9, 2018

Our Goodbye

by Harry

Submitted by JPhantom

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I’m sitting across from a person who knows everything about me, but they feel like such a stranger
And we’re just looking into each other’s eyes, for they tell our story more than words could muster
A story that has succumb to the winds of a cold world, as frost it bites and gnaws at our weary souls

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July 7, 2018

static

by Harry

Submitted by meg eliza
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static
I love you
he said softly
I could hear
only the static
behind his words
the crinkling of
a food wrapper
the running water
the shuffling feet
whatever I heard
was only just
static

July 5, 2018

I never felt comfortable in my own skin

by Harry

Submitted by meg eliza

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I never felt comfortable in my own skin. But more that I never felt like my skin belonged to me. I always looked at myself as a vessel. A place that gets me from point A to B like I occupy it more than own it, I’m just renting here. It blows my mind that people don’t feel that way. I remember when I got my first tattoo and it was the first time in my entire life I felt that I owned my body.

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July 5, 2018

I awake to waves

by Harry

Submitted by thaharbor

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I awake to waves colliding into bleached sands as they sizzle across the seemingly-endless coastline

Waves that are a deep blue, yet also transparent; waters that appear to be pure, but are found to be brine

Its spray weaves within the wind, a mist that grazes over the beach and onto the tops of my exposed feet

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