A drifting Log

Submitted by nehal

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Life

Like a drifting log

Flows forward, downstream

Rocks and stones on the shore

Push it, detour it, force it to pause

Make it whirl and dance in the

Gushing currents!

Hey dude it’s long time

Submitted by KRATIK LODHA
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Hey dude it’s long time I’ve had with you,
Hoping that you’ll be with me for ever;
Many times I tried to let my worth to you,
And you’ll be able to get it if you are clever;
So just don’t be so reckless my friend,
Coz’ once i’ll go off you’ll be in regret;

Haiku: Door Slammed

Submitted by Ilya Horatio

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Door slammed behind her.

Photo frames down in pieces

A COUNTRY LANE

Submitted by micketalbot

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A walk down a country lane, wonders of nature on both sides
Sun shining, hedgerows in full bloom, belies the life it hides
At ground level, around its ancient roots, rabbits burrow
Badgers dig and build their sets, in random puddles tadpoles huddle
Rosebay willow herb swaying, teasing nectar seeking honey bees
Look carefully, turn a leaf, many secrets hidden under leaves.

Performing on the stage of life

Submitted by Canvass

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Performing on the stage of life,

Veiling face with masks,

Masks that are countless,

Countless pains hidden underneath,

Man (Tanka)

Submitted by Zenei

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If only we learn
to stop meddling, intruding,
to mind just our own,

For the Violent

Submitted by Alice Wong

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Because I, with an unloaded revolver, became a suicide bomber

While you, innocent, decided to buy terror

Because I, by fated attacks, was injured, but love was not

While, all the way from death, you came back, but humanity did not

Mama Bird Laid Two Eggs

Submitted by Zenei

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Mama bird laid two eggs,
Now she rarely stretches her legs.
At the foot of my aloe plant,
Which on a pot stands aslant.
One is bigger than the other,
Because the other came later.

HAVEN

Submitted by Parishmita Buragohain

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She was lost in the woods, the woods of despair,
Misery and darkness surrounded her,
shrouding her happiness.
She tried to find her way back to who she was,
What she had been, before it all happened.
She knew what she was stepping into, that one decision… and it was all over.
Now she suffers; alone in the deepest colour of dark,
Pitch black they say, pitch black it was;
waiting for a miracle to happen.

I miss being me.

Submitted by Hazel Jay
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I wish to walk the sea
Basking in the white light
Unknown of shadows lurking.

A soft voice whispering
Seeking to tantalise.
I strode forward, wanting
Unrequited love, I realise.

The Image

Submitted by Neha Mehta

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An unfathomable exasperation fighting out fate,
Weary eyes making the talks before they separate.

A Wife’s Poem for Her Husband

Submitted by Zenei

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He doesn’t mind where he treads and he trips.
He avoids spiteful utterance from his lips.
This fellow mistake every word of mine for sarcasm,
But we have over-passed the chasm.

Gather Me Up

Submitted by Lukas Lawrence Hawley

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Crushed and bent
Ripped and torn
Scorched and scattered

Take what is left of my flesh,
The particulate bits,
The blood-bone ashes,
Dig the marrow from my chest

alsace-lorraine

Submitted by Anthony Carl

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rain streaks across the stained glass,
and lightning reveals the prayers
of pious saints preserved in stone.

7:08 am.

Submitted by Ben Brizell

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Every morning now,
every cold, wet June morn
I awaken to a message from you,
the hours pass revealing the same time
each day, each morning.
Each message filled with a little black heart
at 7:08 am.

I say nay

Submitted by Sean Messamore

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Space rock-star, fist fight, terror in the sky
the plagues are not over quite yet
for the hour is late and the hatter is out of tea.
you have the word on the tip but the tongue is no longer there.
the sea of demons eat the land and even the new king,

HE IS IN DISTRESS

Submitted by kratik lodha

There is a man who felt low, as such he’s kept in the claw,
And he’s getting wack, with every moment he go;
When he bring on he knows, he will be hindered by his foe,
But he had no choice, other than to let it go;;

Ooh! He is in such a distress,
Hmm why can’t he confess;
Ooh that he have to take rest,
Hmm in such a new cold place;

dark side

Name: Tsuki san

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Everyone’s a moon,
each in a different phase,

LAST NIGHT

Submitted by Zenei

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He visited me last night.
He was seventeen.
That unforgotten smile,
dimples on his face,
those deep dark eyes.

To Reach or Not to Reach

Submitted by Zenei

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On a cold Kohima night, the dew drips from the tin roof on the ceiling.

No heater and no fire. All wrapped up in our hand-woven wool shawls,

we sit watching the television. Two boys and one girl and our mother.

With a blow of the wind, electricity is cut off.

At that Moment

Submitted by Zenei

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At that Moment

You probably wanted to be done with it,

the water couldn’t be colder than this world.

You probably thought it was all lost,

that it would only end with the last of you.

Baffled and blue

Submitted by Jerry Mcwilliams
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Baffled and blue all the day through.
Tested and tried until something within almost died.
Wandering through the Pines on a cold winter day.
Coldness of day with no song to play.

When beauty leaves a heart fluttering

Submitted by Balkaran Sidhu

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In the world of far fetched thoughts
You are an algorithm of togetherness
Of Pain and joy
or Richness and Poverty

You are like a Mandarin expression
With random inflections in you
Flowing tenderly into
tributaries that lead into my heart

Looking up to the stars

Submitted by Eugene Brien Pacifico

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Looking up to the stars
Seer or soar sore
From my eyes
Fly
I let you inside me.

Become your loony noon’s
Harvest Moons
12 o’clock twilight
Midnight women
Swallowing flight Traveling Inside.

African Children

Submitted by hitalot879

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Written by: Mario Vitale
African Children

they sleep at night with belly’s empty
rolling in the dirt to comfort their sore’s
hands, eyes, feet
Marley & Tosh sang of their freedom’s cry

OLD PIANO

Submitted by Zenei

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Somebody carved you from scratch,

he carefully connected every piece of you

and put music in you, lovingly…

You possibly were his greatest work,

you probably were the talk of the town.

Jake’s House

Submitted by hitalot879

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There was a man whose name was Jake
Who had a house upon the lake
Every morning he would wake
And for breakfast have a piece of cake

AS NIGHT FALLS ON KATHMANDU VALLEY

Submitted by Zenei

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As night falls on Kathmandu valley on a Saturday,

in a village nearby, the mothers are calling their children home

after a long leisure day under the sun and in the dust.

The smell of curries rises from the tin roofed huts,

whose walls and floors are painted with dung and mud.