November 18, 2019
by Jem Croucher
Nature’s hand came calling
in our garden yesterday
Left little diamond clusters
for us as if to say
This was its way of saying
that there’s beauty everywhere
and if we just look around us
we will find it waiting there
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November 13, 2019
by dokurtybitz
Bitten by the cold,
Abrupt temperature change,
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October 6, 2019
by dokurtybitz
Quickly across the street
Reddish-brown flash
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August 11, 2019
by The Cheesesellers Wife
Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.
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July 20, 2019
by Jem Croucher

This circular green
Grown, cut back, abundant now
as summer takes hold
This circular green
A comfort true and fragrant
These summer senses
This circular green
With me, part of me, in me
I am in summer
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June 6, 2019
by The Cheesesellers Wife
Two fields over, Rooks argue
a raucous parley that
goes on and on and on
while other birds sing prettily
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May 22, 2019
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
The
Lightning Strikes
In The Distance,
A Light Show With
Thunder
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All Rights Reserved – 05.21.2019 @ 4:15 p.m.
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May 4, 2019
by dokurtybitz

They call from out beyond my
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April 30, 2019
by Jem Croucher
Saw my first bluebells
in the sunshine today
Quite close to the river
down Old Shoreham way
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April 11, 2019
by Jem Croucher
Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care
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April 6, 2019
by Nick Anthony
Brown is the ground
Blue is the sky
High is the peak
Steeply I rise.
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February 13, 2019
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
I Often Wonder
Why It Is Man Has No Shame
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January 19, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm And Karen Meredith-Lindholm
The Winds Blow Cold As
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December 24, 2018
by The Cheesesellers Wife
What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
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November 4, 2018
by dokurtybitz
A waterfall
Pours down
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October 22, 2018
by Jem Croucher

Went for a walk up on Mill Hill
and met some scary sheep
But although we had due warning
it was the bull that made us weep
For he was really jolly big
as nervously we trod
around him fairly gingerly
on Sussex chalkland sod
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October 21, 2018
by dokurtybitz
The Lasshaar howl and moan
Playing among treetops,
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October 21, 2018
by dokurtybitz
Wood smoke and cold air,
Moonlight clouds slowly slide along
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October 10, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
welcome
October
morning
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October 9, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
pale-pink flowers in autumn—
who knew
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October 8, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
excited
chatter above me—
treetop songs
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October 8, 2018
by dokurtybitz

Resting in the grass
He watches me as I paint
Image I will sell.
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October 7, 2018
by Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

If only
intelligence were a storm
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September 25, 2018
by Venkat

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB
thoughts are clouds, let them be
too high for palms, too low for skies
whoever baked thunders and sea
thoughts are clouds, let them be
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September 16, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

See the sky
shining blue
color of trust
in a game of thrust.
Gaze at the sun
shining bright
color of light
in a game of must.
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September 8, 2018
by Venkat

pebbles cast no dreams
in pain they glow
under belligerant streams
pebbles cast no dreams
a new heart cast off the seams
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September 5, 2018
by dokurtybitz
Sinking my teeth into
Firm flesh,
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September 4, 2018
by Venkat

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2
sparrows
truth on their feet
a bed of chirps to dream
home where legs be, legs where heart sings
sparrows
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