Posts tagged ‘poetry corner’

August 6, 2017

Perspectives*

by HemmingPlay

We see what was always under our noses

only when death’s fingernail

scratches the window pane, asking….

Not today? Ok, then. Not today.

But nothing is the same.

We had an orchard when I was a kid,

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July 20, 2017

Songs in Sand

by HemmingPlay

And still the waves
slip ashore,
singing their
conspiratorial whispers
between grains of sand.
The wind slides in
from the deep,
empty places,
haunted and lonely,
cold and clean
like a wet finger around

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June 27, 2017

Welcome To The Encore

by helenmidgley

welcome

June 16, 2017

Cry Havok!

by HemmingPlay


“Horrors of War” by Peter Paul Reuben’s
.
We wake again to news too normal,
in times that wrap around us
with tentacles of putrid decay.

Today death drove in from Illinois and
visited a spring morning.
Last week, workday
carnage in a warehouse;
Bombs and blades and bullets fly, as
humans again forget themselves,
and cannot forgive or love…

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June 9, 2017

Nobody!

by helenmidgley

nobody

May 14, 2017

On The Edge

by helenmidgley

Colour

 

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

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

May 1, 2017

Different, Yet The Same

by helenmidgley

The same

 

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

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

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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March 6, 2017

Tough Victory

by scatterednotebooks

I’m draggin my feet all the way home
I’m stalked by defeat and I’ll suffer alone.

There’s rain on the window, or’s the rain on my face?

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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 11, 2017

Gone

by helenmidgley

gone

 

Original Photo : https://morguefile.com/creative/sasha7

January 27, 2017

Underneath

by helenmidgley

underneath

January 1, 2017

Its here

by Harry

Poetry challenge: new year poem.

2017 bounced in

2016 slithered out

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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

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November 20, 2016

Silence

by helenmidgley

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November 18, 2016

If

by helenmidgley

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November 13, 2016

Not Always

by helenmidgley

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October 31, 2016

Scary? No Thanks!

by J L Hunt

Photo: classyclutter.net

 

 

Spooky, scary, howlingBOO!

Smoky, darkness?…Nope, not on my list of ‘To do’s’

Things that fright,

And goes bump in the night…

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October 15, 2016

Paint Your Canvas

by helenmidgley

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September 30, 2016

Mirrors

by markfahmy

Mirrors.jpg

Mirrors reflect
what we wish to see
Mirrors tell
of other people we’re dying to be

Mirrors speak
what we’d like to hear
Mirrors hide
what we want to see disappear

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July 16, 2016

Another Chemistry Lesson Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

I’ve read a lot of online dating profiles. They fascinate me. To my naked eye, there are two things that women are looking for in a man – chemistry and an income greater than $100.000.00. I have to admit that would be a nice two team parlay.

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September 2, 2015

A Few Horseracing Limericks

by Joel Kravitz

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I love horseracing. I especially love horseracing at Del Mar in San Diego, where “The Turf hits the Surf” and its always “As Cool As Ever.” The picture is the view from my favorite bench in the paddock after the horses have gone to the track. It gets a little crowded when they are on display.

Everything about horseracing at Del Mar is cool. First, the horseracing – the horses are great athletes who try hard, the jockeys are fearless competitors weighing around 100 lbs. on top of a 1200 lb. animal going 40 MPH. The excitement of the races is real and there is athletic drama unfolding right in front of you which can be greatly heightened with gambling action. I like the action. I am not a big gambler and I limit myself, but I have to say, it’s always a rush to cash a winning ticket.

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February 26, 2015

shore of silence

by Harry

Submitted by Taraneh Javanbakht
 
 

Grumbled again the tired wave of travel
in the charm of being in love with the
shore of silence. The reminiscences of
slavery were the bitter mysteries of its
seclusion. Finally in freedom it intended
not to like except the sad melodies. It
addressed the thirsty soil with its clamour:

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February 17, 2015

My House is Colorful

by Colly

many basic colors

clip-art photo

This boy keeps his room neat and tidy.

Can you spot things that are orange?

An orange ball.  A, round, orange pencil sharpener.

An orange pencil.

An orange stuffed chair.  Orange Lego blocks.

Oh, so orange!

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January 23, 2015

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by dokurtybitz

My electronic addiction
Pales before
The subservience
Of those around me

November 10, 2014

Reignite,

by CW

It is scary to lose sight,
of things that is right.
And when mistakes and sorrows bite,
one will land in a sad plight.
It might cause one to lose that light,

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October 11, 2014

If Only

by Aakansha

It was a fine Monday afternoon,

And could have been for years,

If only you would’ve listened,

To all my strengths and fears.

*

What amazes me is how,

You never really tried as hard,

As I did to make you stay,

While I took a step forward,

You took two steps away.

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July 10, 2014

Zwetchkenkuchen

by Peter Notehelfer
christinamadden.com

christinamadden.com

I’ve thought

To give up poetry

Since my poor poems

Hold neither lilt nor rhyme

Their cadence far less ordered

Than horse hoofs clicking

Upon a cobbled street

In a distant place

Another time 

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