Posts tagged ‘life’

April 23, 2017

Irony

by russtowne

The irony

Is not lost on me

That no matter

How hard I try

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April 21, 2017

Random acts of kindness

by Jem Croucher

A random act of kindness
in a word or by a deed
can bring a ray of sunshine
to someone who has the need

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April 17, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

What have we learned
From the universe now?

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April 15, 2017

~ Haiku

by ladyliterati

~ Haiku
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Watershed moment

Before, after, her demise

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April 13, 2017

I Dream

by markfahmy

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I dream not of titles before my name,
nor of trophies to adorn my shelf
I dream my simple heart stays the same;
that I do not lose my undecorated self

I dream not of precious gold,
nor of shallow fame
I dream of having stories to be told,
and of having a bigger aim

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April 13, 2017

Allotment

by Jem Croucher

We have a new allotment
It needs some T.L.C.
But it has a lot of promise
for a future yet to be
It’s got a lot of grass on it
which I will have to mow
But there’s some soil that’s ready
to use right now and grow

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April 11, 2017

The Lonely Stair

by A. Marie

At its height aloneness is the pale star.

So far, and distant, when the light at last reaches our eye
it is one hundred years gone.

I act accordingly,
(my god is an outlier god)
when all are in rise,
I must fall, when all are out walking, I must be sitting,
when all are descending, I must ascend, for when the powers tied
the strings, I was not to be found at my station along the line.

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April 10, 2017

I Remember

by russtowne

I Remember

Life is full of so many blessings

that it is small of me to complain

about its challenges,

but I sometimes still do,

forgetting that challenges

are often the greatest opportunities

for growth and learning.

And then there are those

thankfully rare

other times

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April 9, 2017

A Happy You!

by Tanya

It’s time I went to school..
It’s time I went to high school..
It’s time I did my masters..
It’s time I moved on to jobbing..

When did I live?
When did I enjoy my early life?
Was I just planning to enjoy till this time?
Had I been just working for a better life?

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April 4, 2017

i cut me free

by Singledust

Cut from the balloon strings
The vendor holds in sweaty palms
No hands to hold her
She doesn’t need those strong arms

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April 4, 2017

second star to the right, straight on til morning

by braveandrecklessblog

he found her

under the porch

where wounded animals

hide to

lick their wounds

alone

heartbeats racing

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March 29, 2017

Avenue: Haiku

by Morgan

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Lush Blossoms of Light

Liberated from deep sleep

Avenue of Life

.

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March 28, 2017

Phantoms No More

by scatterednotebooks

You took the phantoms
from my life
locked ’em up and out of site
with gentle hands, a simple kiss

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March 26, 2017

Spiralling

by Jem Croucher

And so another weekend
and another week to come
Life continues, spiralling
with work and play and fun
And time continues marching
though at times I am bemused
as it can go slow or fast or even
backwards! I’m confused.

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March 24, 2017

Life Pirouettes

by Morgan

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Dancing on the wing

Life Pirouettes into Life

Treasure Blossoming

.

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March 20, 2017

Spring Renewal

by J L Hunt
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Be renewed by the deep riches of the earth…

Be cleansed by the rains of refreshing,

That brings forth re-birth…

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March 16, 2017

Tall

by A. Marie

It is eleven, and we are the early night.
Daddy hasn’t forgiven our existence yet,
Daddy hasn’t gotten out of the car,
Daddy doesn’t remember how to change a tire,
Daddy doesn’t love us at all;
Mommy won’t come outside into the daylight,
Mommy won’t wander the halls until we sleep,
Mommy doesn’t remember how to drink wine
Without spending the next 24 hours dreaming.

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March 15, 2017

Between You and Me

by dinamicdynasty

Image by Oleg Oprisco

Between you and I

Is a thin film of space

Naked to the eyes but vivid

To our senses.

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March 15, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

Sitting before the fire,
Watching the smoke

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March 15, 2017

Boys

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Boys

Long legged boys
Filling my sofa
Controllers in hand
Deep laughs mingle with shrill cries
As Black Ops rolls

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March 10, 2017

Flutter

by Venkat

flutter, flutter, flutter

they fluttered

my fingers, they fluttered

into winged sparrows

 

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March 10, 2017

The Flame is Alive

by scatterednotebooks
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by Belen L.Méndez

The flame is alive
but it’s fighting
trying to burn on

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March 8, 2017

Magical Woman

by Venkat

in your eyes

my world spun hard

twisted as a dinosaur’s grin


by your words

it became a smile

crusted on a cookie jar

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March 7, 2017

Eyes and ears, m’dear

by Devina

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

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March 7, 2017

The Wheel

by A. Marie

Inside this cir – cle, ten billion hands are pushing,
wheeling us around the universe,
searching for the light.

We have the torches, but the stars
we are not yet alighting, our agency stunted
by the promises of a silent creator.

From my window, I am watching the spectacle;
it is a ring of fire, plowing over the land,
a racing bright wind, burning and eating.

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March 7, 2017

growing pains of the rain

by briannadawn

if water were beings who
lived with hope, breathed with
lungs, walked with a pulse
as we do, then maybe when they were born
they were the golden dew – and then the Sun

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March 5, 2017

A journey begun…

by Jem Croucher

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I try to write a poem every single day
Sparing time for words about working or just play
About eating stuff or sleeping or drinking cups of tea
Or listening to music or walking by the sea

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March 2, 2017

Water Child-A Ghazal*

by HemmingPlay

In Mystery

I was a relentless swimmer as a child, more at home
under the surface, leaving it only for air, wishing for gills.

In the pond’s murky realm a few feet down, the big bass, motionless,
eyes swiveling, waited for someone’s last mistake.

In the muddy shallows, the sun warmed the water most,
small things hatched, safe from mouths in the deep water.

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