June 9, 2018

Maybe

by John S

There is a secret around the corner
that the roses will be red instead of pink;

the sunset and sunrise will both illuminate
the dark moments – far more eloquently than any word.

There are remnants of language,
The laughter of loved ones and strangers
are beauty in a spattered world –
and strung-together notes of the discordant are melodious when unfurled.

There is a depth in every eyeful gathered from a window
and a coolness in the soil grasped by each hand.

You feel the heat that summer’s afternoon conceives,
and I hear the whiskers of October’s morning in the leaves.

There are shadows that crawl in the day
and charming smiles that ornament a night.

And this is truth’s impassioned plea to our humanity,
and affirms the secrets we sometimes cannot see –
perhaps, life is our communal way to share
and maybe, each one of us is rare.
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The events of this past week have weighed heavily on me – the loss of two very successful, highly creative individuals to suicide, and the realization that this type of hopelessness impacts far more people than we know/understand. There is such beauty and importance in life, and each one of every one of us has a rare gift to share with others. Remember this.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.

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June 9, 2018

Life is a beach (2)

by Jem Croucher

Glistening sand
beneath my feet
the tide goes out
and life is sweet

This early morning
on the shore
how could I ever
want for more? Continue reading

June 9, 2018

THE HEART BEAT OF LIFE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Listen To The Clock
On The Wall
Tick
Tocking

Slowly
Back And Forth Continue reading

June 8, 2018

Life is a beach (1)

by Jem Croucher

Blue of sea
Blue of sky
Blue of sand
as I walk by

Waves a ripple
Waves a sigh
Waves a whisper
as I walk by Continue reading

June 8, 2018

Polar Bears

by Nick Anthony

Can you still remember
That night in early September,
At the “3 cigs” pledge party,
On their decrepit couch?

How I drunkenly stumbled
Across the floor, and mumbled
An inebriated ice-breaker
About a polar bear? Continue reading

June 8, 2018

HAIKU: BUILDING SANDCASTLES

by thereluctantpoet

SANDCASTLE AT SUNDOWN
By Charles Robert Lindholm

BUILDING SANDCASTLES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES AT THE BEACH Continue reading

June 8, 2018

photo poem, by Colly

by Colly

Poetry, June 7

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I want to fill you Continue reading

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by dokurtybitz

I care
But I’m tired, Continue reading

June 7, 2018

A day at the beach hut

by Jem Croucher

Spent a day at the beach hut
in the bright sun
It’s been renovated and
I’m pleased that it’s done

Painted bright turquoise
to reflect sky and sea
Hut 101 is really
a great place to be Continue reading

June 7, 2018

PRODIGAL LOVER

by thereluctantpoet

MAN SITTING ON PIER AT SUNSET
By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Sailed
Into The Sunset
Never Looking Back
Or Waving

Without A Care
Or Second Thought
She Left Me
For Anywhere But Here

Continue reading

June 6, 2018

Question

by Megha's World

“The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.”

― Shannon L. Alder
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Everyone,
everyone around me has the same prying eyes
the same question,
looming over their heads
for the eternal time

They are always in awe of me
how I have kept the held high
broken and crumbled
after the heartbreak
but still soaring in the sky

Continue reading

June 6, 2018

The seagull and me

by Jem Croucher

On the beach and a seagull
perched on a post
Him and me there
both making the most
of what has the promise
a fine day to be
one full of sunshine
for both him and me Continue reading

June 6, 2018

HAIKU: FREEDOM IS FOR ALL!!

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS Continue reading

June 6, 2018

NO ONE WILL REMEMBER YOU

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Truth
“They” Won’t Tell You
In An Effort
To Spare Your Feelings Continue reading

June 6, 2018

A Lover’s Statue

by newrana

Newton Ranaweera

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I’ll make my own statue
as a great, great lover,
yet not with
bricks,
cement,
sand,
nor by hiring
sculptors
to complete it
in a day,
month,
ten years,
nor in a
public place
for
passersby to see,

Continue reading

June 5, 2018

Water Flows

by Jem Croucher

In rippling brook the water flows
Whence it came I do not know
Suffice to say its pleasant sound
is quite the nicest thing around Continue reading

June 5, 2018

Methane Dunes of Pluto

by Rhyme In Time

Whose fingerprints gave mark to frozen plains,
These methane dunes so far from glinting sun?
Continue reading

June 5, 2018

HAIKU: PRESIDENT PENCE?

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Time For Impeachment Continue reading

June 4, 2018

Struggle

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after. Continue reading

June 4, 2018

“I Wish”

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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All I ever wished for was a little wish to be happy. But now I wish that I might have well wished for another wish.
Because over the growing up years, through the childhood, the adolescent and the youth, the meaning of happiness has changed so many hands that I have lost count.
In the crowd of bitter sweet memories, when I peep through, I see that that simple wish made by a naive little girl of finding happiness never came quite true.
Maybe happiness is overrated or maybe it is like that forbidden fruit for some, but whatever may it be, in this part of my world, never saw it come.
Continue reading

June 4, 2018

the crushed velvet theater

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations”

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.
Continue reading

June 4, 2018

The Sea

by Frank Hubeny

It’s wet. That’s why I stay away,
But its enchantment makes me wild
Like calmly wind drives everyday,
Like innocence surrounds a child.

 

The Sea With Birds and Clouds

The Sea With Birds and Clouds

June 4, 2018

Sussex Fields

by Jem Croucher

Sussex fields so
bright and green
nicest that I
think I’ve seen
And when the sun
breaks over hill
I think that they
are nicer still Continue reading

June 3, 2018

Sustenance

by mkvecchitto

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Seeking quiet solitude

I followed a morning path

where the echoes of words

were heard but not seen Continue reading

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June 3, 2018

Strong

by Venkat

strong they said, as ivory on feet
strong they said, in marble
strong was the way to be

Continue reading

June 3, 2018

Handprint on the Universe

by Alanna

Handprint on the UniversePut your handprint on the universe

Run through the cosmos

Hopping from asteroid to asteroid

Leaving your mark

Write your poems &

Draw your pictures on planets

Continue reading

June 3, 2018

Waiting for the sun

by Jem Croucher

I’m waiting for
the sun to come
now the day
has just begun
It’s warming rays
to lift my soul
and amplify
to make me whole Continue reading