Posts tagged ‘poet’

July 10, 2017

Quill

by scatterednotebooks
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Freeimages.com/asafesh

Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –

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July 9, 2017

Metamorphosis

by markfahmy

metamorphosis

Can a cigarette warm
the coldness of a soul
that stopped giving a damn
about it all?

Can a touch restore
the blood into the veins
of a body that’s been buried
under a million chains?

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June 28, 2017

~ Thoughts Glide

by ladyliterati

Poetic thoughts glide across my tongue as dainty feet, waltzing a marble floor,

Wrapped in word, my mind soars beyond the either and I surpass self

I am neither here or there, but, suspended between realms; weightless

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May 31, 2017

Tonight

by markfahmy

tonight

 

Tonight,
let gravity
bring me down

Tonight,
leave my soul
to drown

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May 30, 2017

A Voice Like Lava Flowed

by braveandrecklessblog

Once I whispered my truths

to the unfeeling dawn

unheard

my words began to build up

choke me

overtake me

and in the stifling silence

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May 28, 2017

Halfway

by markfahmy

halfway

you talk words
and I
speak symbols

you make plans
and I
dream far away

you turn off the tune
and I
still hear it play

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May 14, 2017

On The Edge

by helenmidgley

Colour

 

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

Original Photo : https://morguefile.com/creative/cohdra

May 12, 2017

Sunshine IV

by Jem Croucher

Sometimes those sunshine moments
catch you unaware
when beams of warmth come calling
and find you waiting there

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May 3, 2017

this time

by markfahmy

thistime

this time
I won’t let
your soul fall
into the sadness
you feed

this time
I won’t let you
hurt yourself
as I watch
you bleed

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April 16, 2017

Pain

by markfahmy

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If you only knew
the amount of pain
that runs deeply through
my every vein
and into my heart
shaking my soul
tearing me apart

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April 13, 2017

I Dream

by markfahmy

idream

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 2, 2017

On Becoming A Writer

by braveandrecklessblog

Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Sometimes, adopting the names ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Led her to encounters with the most amazing minds
Connecting her with a larger community

At other times she thought that ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Were the loneliest names she had ever called herself
Waking up every morning
To unzip her chest, her gut
And bare her truths to the world
Because like others of her kind
She was complex, messy, containing
Multiple truths, not a singular one

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April 2, 2017

Writing at night

by Jem Croucher

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

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March 14, 2017

Innocence

by HemmingPlay

Everyone but God, if you believe, is
Innocent of tomorrow.
Caesar, full of swagger, innocent of the daggers of friends,
Mary innocent she’d see a son murdered, slowly, while she watched.
Me, innocent about everything, including
whether a satellite will fall on me, or
I’ll get a certified letter that
immortality, six virgins and a chocolate cake
will be delivered on Saturday by 10 a.m..

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March 12, 2017

Perhaps

by markfahmy

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Perhaps you were the one
But I knew it not at the time
Perhaps you were my rising sun
But I never took the signs

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March 6, 2017

The Ticking of the Clock

by HemmingPlay

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We sat by the fire and you put your bare foot in my lap.

I was looking out the window, lost somewhen,

then whisked back by the slenderest of ankles.

I came later, to find you asleep, naked, on your stomach,

Red curls spread across the pillow. I

uttered a silent, joyful, primal prayer,

and we were moving, oblivious, as of old.

Then you were ripped away.

I rose, anguished, from sleep.

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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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March 1, 2017

Book Available

by HemmingPlay

For sale now on Amazon http://amzn.to/2lQnNoL

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February 17, 2017

The Most Beautiful Flower

by markfahmy

flower

Once I thought,
that the most beautiful flower
grows in the middle of fields.
And among the lush green,
she sways and dances with the breeze.

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February 15, 2017

My Valentine

by Miriam Hurdle

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
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(Ceramic piece painted by Miriam Hurdle)

It was serendipity that we met.

Summer had not stated yet, but

It was the final week of school.

I decided to go to

This group met at home.

We chatted, we snacked.

You asked what I did for fun,

I smiled, didn’t answer the question.

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February 13, 2017

I Was A Horse

by HemmingPlay

cropped-the-leap-into-the-unknown.jpgI woke up this morning from a dreamy grey half-sleep
with the February rain dripping off the eaves.
A memory floated by that in a previous life
I was a horse. No question.
A big, brown horse with
soft, knowing eyes. I had been abandoned

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January 27, 2017

Underneath

by helenmidgley

underneath

January 10, 2017

~ Without Words…

by ladyliterati

~ Without Words
When the Poet no words to share

The soul lingers unaware

The inner voice cannot be heard

Collective conscious void of word

And the Poet – head bent in defeat

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January 8, 2017

Birthday Request

by HemmingPlay
Pillars of Creation: interstellar gas and dust in the Eagle Nebula, some 6,500-7,000 light years from Earth where stars are born

“Pillars of Creation”: Hubble photo of interstellar gas and dust in the Eagle Nebula, some 6,500-7,000 light years from Earth where stars are born

In case anyone’s interested,
I’d like the superpower of “Folding” for my birthday.
It cuts out the middle man
to command space and time
with no bureaucracy.

Like a cosmic calendar with tricky bits.
I’d fold weeks, months, years, centuries together,
jump to any time, past or future.
The first would be hanging with
the first human band to walk out
of Africa 60,000 years ago.
I’d wait in the shade of a date palm,
on the banks of the Nile,
bouncing rocks off the skulls of crocodiles,
keeping an eye out to the south.
I would get a fire going and
cook hot dogs and hamburgers,
and have beer chilling on ice.
History’s first tailgate.

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January 1, 2017

Renewable Vow

by HemmingPlay

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I was 21 when I took the official vows,
but had really taken the important ones
some months earlier. When I proposed
on April Fools Day and she said ‘yes.’
And like two fools,
we thought that was just fine.
Turns out, nearly 50 years later, it was.

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December 30, 2016

Her

by markfahmy

her

I look at her as she dreams her mind away,
like she always does.
And I cannot find the words I want to say,
every one of my thoughts seems to have run away.

She smiles quietly and holds my hand,
and stars in far away galaxies would jubilantly dance.
My heart pumps more blood to my mind that does not understand,
how can a simple girl own my world with a single glance?

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December 29, 2016

Forever Glow

by markfahmy

forever-glow

At some point the rivers of your life will suddenly stop,
your time will have come to leave this world behind.
And that little heart of yours will cease to hop,
while your soul starts floating towards the light it tries to find.

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December 28, 2016

Concrete Though

by Harry

Submitted by  Clara Gross

I know of the face that lives in the wall,

A presence unwelcome, a pest that dwells,

Its gaze I fear, its purpose my downfall,

Though hidden; it seeps my own plaster hells.

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