Instapoem

I’m an Instagram poem
a cliche I know
But just stay with me here
and go with the flow
For there’s motive and plan
in the words here you’ll find
born from a thought
that took seed in my mind

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For an ear

I am music and pleasure
for those with an ear
Hours of contentment
for freedom and cheer

Hues of no colour

Submitted by  R C AVHINASH SHARMA

World astir with the vibrant colours,
Yet, I was painted in grey, dark-grey.
Closer to the hue of black than grey.

POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;

Sharing

I am laughter and fun
and everything good
Which if you look around
as you know that you should
You will as I do
find that most everywhere
there is laughter and fun
with a duty to share

All Colour

I am all things colour
I look for a smile
Especially when
they’re not seen for a while
But it’s easier when
the sunshine comes out
and there’s things like
Spring and Summer about

Jimi

And here’s me listening
with nigh on fifty years passed
New sound from Jimi’s sweet guitar
still giving me a blast

“Both sides of the Sky” – a new release
in twenty eighteen
Music still gives me goosebumps
however it may seem

Pastel Pink

Pastel pink and gorgeous
Marshmallow-like the blossom swells
on over-laden tree boughs lovely
As every April springtime tells

ARE THE IDENTICLE

Submitted by FeelPurple

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two journeys together,

one which is caring for kids as a mother,

collecting pennies for the future,

living and doing the daily chore,

cleaning and making the pancake batter,

Magical

Magical this influence
of Mother Nature’s hand
blessed with a dose of sunshine
all across the land

POEM: Poverty

He stands on the median,
wearing a cardboard sign.
Politely asking strangers,
if they could just be so kind.

Vibrancy shouting

It was vibrancy shouting
my name out loud
as I welcomed the sunshine
from behind winter cloud

And the stage show of colour
I had waited long for
sang loud with theatre
for raptured encore

The Poor Man

Submitted by hitalot879

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Today I stand on the outskirt of town
shiny brow
take out the towel
a decorated mast
to overcome each task
the gift of liquid courage
lines being drawn in the sand

Pink and gorgeous

It was there in mid April
delivered with grace
Pink and quite gorgeous
and right in my face

HOPE

Submitted by Frederick Calovich

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Have you found what you think you have lost?
What has been, do you think the cost?
Since the world seems so full of delight,
Have your ears and eyes been so closed tight?

When you think about these things in kind,
Are there others things that come racing to mind?
Have you been walk-about in a fog or a haze?
Or do you just follow the latest craze?

Spring (finally)

And finally Spring
arrives in a day
long hours of sunshine
hip hip hooray
On the breeze is a fragrance
carried with grace
as we welcome the Springtime
with warm embrace

the blade ain’t near my wrist

Submitted by cazcrown

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Fucking demented but the blade ain’t near my wrist

Impossible to bleed over someone who gave me a tight fist

That was never real love

Just a mother fucking disaster I had to rise above

two journeys together

Submitted by FeelPurple

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collecting pennies for the future,

living and doing the daily chore,

cleaning and making the pancake batter,

doing everything to make life better,

The Handrail

Submitted by Colan Hiatt

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A handrail for the steps was installed
In the house many years ago
Another of the basic things
To aid when up and down we go

Yellow is…

Yellow comes and yellow goes
but with consistency it shows
that yellow carries summer days
the brightest sun, the mellow haze
So it finds favour just because
yellow is and yellow does

Fever dreams colour

When sleep falters
in fever drams
I think of colour

On Dying In A Mass Shooting

Submitted by Joanne Olivieri

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Bloody Chaos

The door swings open
rapid fire storm ensues
my body hurls to the ground
chaotic screams
deadly thunder pops
permeate bitter air pockets
and I lie still.

Fiery Wholeness

Submitted by  Frances Elaina

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Erase me

Drain me

Fill you

With the stillness

In my soul,

Take it away.

Canvas

So here is a canvas
and here are my words
crafted with pen
I paint pictures of life

All these colours

All these colours
Bright their palette
Life as canvas
Captured and lifted
As is my soul
Seen in them

Serves me well

The ocean’s pull grabs me again
draws me to its windswept shore
and breathing deep the salty air
I take it in for more and more

Haiku:Grace

Submitted by Frederica R. Burrage

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Love my happy place.
Enjoying my peaceful space.
It shows on my face.

silence

Submitted by cazcrown

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And silence takes over the room

Crippling hearts, preventing full bloom

The darkness of sorrow, puts lust in sight

Crimson within your neck, I turn to bite

Sinking deeper, liquid grief fills my mouth