October 27, 2018
by John S
Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.
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April 16, 2018
by braveandrecklessblog
we do not need words
we do not need a shared
written language
we have eyes that truly see
lips that speak a common tongue
a shared palate for the aroma
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January 25, 2018
by pranabaxom
In the name of God
Millions tortured, maimed and killed
Still preach the gospel
The prophet of peace
Followers kill in his name
Mute spectators all
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November 23, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
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October 3, 2017
by Venkat

*Alliteration Poem – English*
3rd Oct’17 ~by Venkat
Eagle eyes, erudite English
Evolve edges, eerie echoes
Eagles editable, emblems
Eyes exorcised, edges engraved
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April 17, 2017
by braveandrecklessblog
It is rumored that there are 50 words
In the Eskimo language for snow
I ponder
Why are there not 50 words in the
English language
That I could draw upon
To describe that moment
When your bare skin
Touches my bare skin?
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March 26, 2017
by John S
Under the wordless sky, come
with loveliness and the icy drouth
of hate –
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January 14, 2017
by John S
He sees her wilting coriander
advancing ice and winter weather
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January 2, 2017
by John S
When indespant and lonse,
the words open up
and breathe on me
barthey verses, to which I’m wont.
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December 18, 2016
by John S
a fragrant voice,
a merging sound
to gather yellow, red and crowned
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December 17, 2016
by Anita Lubesh

What summer’s sad fair
wouldst have me grace thy lips rightly
without strokes of seduction?
Tantalising is it not when ripeness befits
us as hosts and we lay warmly against each?
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December 10, 2016
by John S
There is a slight twinkle
near the sun, and it brings a magic notion
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October 16, 2016
by John S
As if it is more than she first breathed,
a life beyond the ocean’s crest
or past the highest tree.
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August 28, 2015
by fivemsteps
Every three months right before beer o’clock,
a poet’s arsenal gets awesomesauce
as the bruhs at Oxford* release new stock
of MacGyvered words with pop culture gloss.
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June 23, 2015
by Venkat

Is that love deep,
that looks not at hate
as a possibility
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May 19, 2014
by sc0pic
Wind speaks to leaves overhead
Each leaf tells the next
Conversation overheard
Speaking the same hushing word
Shhh
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March 6, 2014
by sc0pic
Language falling, lilting, tilting
Language dripping
From the teeth
Language hunting, language courting
Language waiting
Have a seat
Words disguised, described as something
Words disguised
A wolf in mask
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August 14, 2013
by beeseeker
Work-a-day sun high burnin’
Growin’ dull, respectful red and cider-cold;
Dawn’s melody slowly turnin’
Becoming familiar, restful, old.
Harvest hopes answered
Ripening to warm-honey gold:
Friends will always know each other –
If their stories be honestly told –
That distance and language matter not
When time and hearts be weighed and sold.
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