Posts tagged ‘poet’

February 17, 2017

The Most Beautiful Flower

by markfahmy

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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.

February 15, 2017

My Valentine

by The Showers of Blessing

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

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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

January 27, 2017

Underneath

by helenmidgley

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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

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.

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.

December 30, 2016

Her

by markfahmy

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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?

December 29, 2016

Forever Glow

by markfahmy

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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.

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.

December 28, 2016

Being Careless

by HemmingPlay

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December 27, 2016

Time

by HemmingPlay

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I tried running downstream once
And realized I could not
Step into the same river twice.

I was asleep for 50 years,
More or less, and, now awake,
Fear there is not enough time to finish my work.

Hemmingplay

December 27, 2016

Pleasing words

by Jem Croucher

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The simplicity
of pleasing words
crafted

December 22, 2016

The poet’s dog

by Jem Croucher

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Curled up in a ball
and sleeping as I write
My faithful hound called ‘Obi’
is a lovely sight

December 18, 2016

Skidding Past A Woods On A Snowy Evening

by HemmingPlay

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Whose tracks those are I think I know
His auto’s by trees yonder, though;
He cannot see me skidding past
(His windows buried deep in snow.) 

My Subaru must think it queer
To try to stop in any gear
Trapped ‘tween ditch and looming truck
Whee! First ice storm in this crappy year!

Safety brakes cause wheels to shake
Miss the truck? ‘Tis a grim sweepstake
The only other sound the squeals
Of a useless scream and semi’s brakes.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
And I now wish I’d picked the Jeep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep.

*With apologies to Robert Frost

December 17, 2016

You Never Know

by markfahmy

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The thing about life is,
that you never know..

You never know who you hurt with the words you spoke,
or whose heart you accidentally broke.

You never know who you damaged every bit of their soul,
or whose shine you mercilessly stole.

December 14, 2016

As Though Each Were Your Last

by HemmingPlay
When the sun comes up like thunder

Photo:When the sun comes up like thunder

“I just want to see how long the string is. This never gets old. It gets more interesting, actually.” — Keith Richards, Rolling Stones

Each day is here then gone, a brief chance to
roll the salt and savor of it on the tongue, to enjoy
each passing smile and twinkling eye and lovely curve,
reminding me I am still alive.
Teaching me why, in the now.

Each sunset red on the world,
a hint at what becomes of us all.

December 14, 2016

Believe In You

by markfahmy

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If you ever believe in anything so strongly,
then I hope you do believe in you.
And dismiss all the shit that was said to you, wrongly,
along with that damaging self-talk you tell yourself too.

December 14, 2016

The poet’s echo

by Jem Croucher

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There was a moment
part of night-time and silence
in the small hours when
a whisper sounded like a shout

December 13, 2016

There Isn’t Time

by markfahmy

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I hope you realise before it’s already too late.. that there isn’t time.

There isn’t time for you to feel worthless,
There isn’t time for you to feel sorry for yourself,

There isn’t time to sink into the waters of the past,
There isn’t time to recount the failures of yesterday,
There isn’t time to dwell on relationships that didn’t last,
There isn’t time to repress the words you always wanted to say..

December 11, 2016

Fog on the Ring – tanka

by Jem Croucher

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Fog thick as pea soup
shrouds the Sussex countryside
Trees hide like shadows
Quiet whispers, coy and shy
as again I climb the Ring

December 10, 2016

Knowing

by helenmidgley

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Original Photo : www.morguefile.com/p/849851

Text : Helen Midgley

 

December 8, 2016

Protest

by dinamicdynasty

In my minds eye I protest,

Protest about the ever growing voilence of our world.

Protest about the ever growing pain.

I open my mouth to speak

December 3, 2016

Move In Slowly

by HemmingPlay

Danaid by August Rodin

Move in slowly with carnivorous intent,

Pin me

With warm curves, sweet desire.

December 2, 2016

Lost word – sedoka

by Jem Croucher

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I was a lost word
Bereft, I had searched in vain
for inclusion in a verse

But on this last day
my searching is completed
and I take my place with pride

November 28, 2016

Water

by HemmingPlay

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The water rubs the stone

Soft and cool, or fast and hot.

Day upon day.

The stone’s contours shift and soften

Day upon day.

November 25, 2016

It’s Time

by HemmingPlay

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Maybe it is time to forgive God
For the hundreds of women
who have rejected me over the years,
Starting in third grade,
(theoretically, of course,
whether they knew it or not.
And for the one or two who
didn’t, but should have).

I’ve reached the point in life
too late where I
Would actually be of some
use to them,

Could gently walk with them without harm,
And be remembered with
generosity and fondness.
But I have reached the age
of their fathers,
And so, instead, have become
regrettably invisible.

November 24, 2016

The Pause

by HemmingPlay
© 2014

Pause
©Hemmingplay 2014

It has just struck me that I have left my old house
But have forgotten where the new one is.
Inconvenient.
Let me stand here for a moment,
Have a drink and pet the dog. Maybe