Posts tagged ‘poetry writing’

June 29, 2018

“Uncontrolled burning leaves soot

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“Uncontrolled burning leaves soot,
the price of life varies during the summer and winter months”

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June 27, 2018

LEAVE IT UNSPOKEN – REPRISE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Some things are hard to say
filled with deep emotions
and feelings
that are aching
in your heart

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June 24, 2018

“I Wish”

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta
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All I ever wished for was a little wish to be happy. But now I wish that I might have well wished for another wish.
Because over the growing up years, through the childhood, the adolescent and the youth, the meaning of happiness has changed so many hands that I have lost count.

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June 22, 2018

The Sniper

by Harry

Submitted by Peter M Burns

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The sniper is back!
Never really went away I suppose.
Think its time to turn what
He’s firing and causing trouble
Into soapy all enclosing bubbles.

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June 22, 2018

Just another break up letter

by Harry

Submitted by Katt

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I love you and I tell everyone you’re just a guy from the past and they really shouldn’t worry about you trying to break my heart all over again because I’m over you.
Over you. I mean I am over you till I see you and remember everything else you did right before you decided to do what you used to see your father do on your mother, slap me across the face. Yes my love I believe you when you say you were just joking but if you joke like that imagine how you get when you are seriously mad.

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June 19, 2018

The Hours Between

by jaybluepoems

Until We Meet Again

The hours in between the seconds freeze a life in coy suspense,
drifting softly heaps of heart and soul across the present tense,
passing in a standstill,
bowing to the better wind,
denying temporal whispers spinning dreams of time and space again…

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June 18, 2018

The Grey

by Harry

Submitted by Tarmin N. Melgif

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Look upon this life,
The bottle on the shelf
It’s label, it is faded
The contents ageing, old.

Time forgotten flavour,
Of last years tasteless muse
To suckle on the nectar
Is the infecting of abuse.

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June 18, 2018

Anxiety

by Harry

Submitted by Alyssa van Loggerenberg

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I am apologetic.
To all those who I have judged.

It snuck upon me and made me shiver from limb to limb.
It made my muscle reject my skin.
It created a Title Wave throughout my mind swooshing braking the barrier of my eyes.

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June 14, 2018

This New Kind of Feeling

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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Never knew feelings could be this strong,
Never knew emotions that could pick me up, throw me around and blow me out.
Never knew this little inner voice,
Could make me murmur or make me shout.
Never knew love to have such force,
Never knew my senses could awaken this way.

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June 14, 2018

They Step On It.

by Harry

Submitted by Dawn Morris
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They ruin what’s inside me all the time.
My jealousies return like demons that live in my house…hiding.
I put my trust in someone, but they step on it, every time. Every time.
They have such callous hearts.

Your eyes are what pulled me in.
I felt like I had known you since the dawn of time.
But you were not mine.
And even though your words were beautiful…
She was your comfort zone, and so…
You stepped on it.

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June 4, 2018

“I Wish”

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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All I ever wished for was a little wish to be happy. But now I wish that I might have well wished for another wish.
Because over the growing up years, through the childhood, the adolescent and the youth, the meaning of happiness has changed so many hands that I have lost count.
In the crowd of bitter sweet memories, when I peep through, I see that that simple wish made by a naive little girl of finding happiness never came quite true.
Maybe happiness is overrated or maybe it is like that forbidden fruit for some, but whatever may it be, in this part of my world, never saw it come.

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June 4, 2018

the crushed velvet theater

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations”

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.

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May 31, 2018

Till Again We Meet!

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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There was a joy in being little,
There was a joy in being clueless.
There was a joy in looking up at you,
There was a joy in seeing your kindness.
There was a joy in having problems,
I knew you would find out a way.

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May 31, 2018

MElancholy

by Harry

Submitted by  Shivangi Priyadarshini

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Melancholy knocked the door of my heart.
And before I could open, she helped herself out.
Quick and rapid, she got inside.
Came as a guest and sat as the host,
Asked me to prepare her a delicious cuisine.
To make things easier, gave me the list of ingredients –
Regret, failure, betrayal, broken.

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May 29, 2018

the white in his eyes

by Harry

Submitted by Laraib un Nisa

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Remember the white in his eyes
The blue in his skin and the black in his heart
Remember the sweetness of his lips and the thorns on his fingers
Remember that he was all you ever wanted and all that he never was

May 29, 2018

A sea of inspiration

by Harry

Submitted by nadiya rauf
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A sea of inspiration flooded my brain
My pen started writing itself
A train of thoughts
A train of words
Started forming on a piece of paper
A chance to get things of my chest

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May 27, 2018

NEGLECT

by Harry

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

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buttercups and dandelions
have spread their fires
across the garden

Queen Anne’s lace
tats the borders
and vetch spangles
through shrubs

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May 27, 2018

As I stare into the bottom

by Harry

Submitted by Liv Smith

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As I stare into the bottom
of the toilet bowl,
calculating my self-worth
like I calculate the number
of calories in a birthday cake
or in an apple, or in sparkling water.
How many “freckles” will appear
on my face from forced vomiting.
How many star jumps done in my
own bedroom.

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May 25, 2018

Immortalised!

by Harry

Submitted by naturemithya

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Marvellously divine,
like a sea serpent
paying homage
the sea waves;

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May 25, 2018

A washed up image of your former self

by Harry

Submitted by Danielle Tompkins

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A washed up image of your former self

Is that what you think you are, my dear?

Has all the pain of life stripped you of

Anticipation and sensation, desire and cheer?

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May 20, 2018

In Memoriam

by Harry

Submitted by   ECAW’s blog

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My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.

My father was in North Africa.
He worried about The Bomb.

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May 20, 2018

Adrift

by Harry

Submitted by colinandray

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They stepped into the boat.
He took the oars…
And rowed them away from the dock.
A few minutes later,
He put them down…
And the boat just drifted.
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“A wonderful time to talk”,
At least that was his thought.
With the sound of the water,
And the rhythm of the boat,
Surely this must be the time?
But then his mind just drifted.

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May 14, 2018

my heart is hidden

by Harry

Submitted by somebodymaybe

 

my heart was a beautiful open book,
but then people came and took their favourite
parts and left….
they wrote a sloppy goodbye
and never looked back at me bleeding.

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May 14, 2018

Nonet Challenge

by Harry

Submitted by M.S
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Although there is only commotion
Everything seems to be silent
The only sound is heartbeat
But we have to question

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May 10, 2018

“Today is affection”

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Life is lonely,
confusing,
scary,
and soul scorching.

unsettling;
i am not clever,
a rouse in nature.

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May 10, 2018

Stop and Stare

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

When you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

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May 9, 2018

The Ancients II

by Harry

Submitted by hitalot879

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In a poor house under a bridge
staggers three rocks and a current flowing
water trickling down;
horizon in the clouds
a shroud filled with noise
good cause to learn,
they were their from the beginning
certainly until the end

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May 9, 2018

Smoking on

by Harry

Submitted by Sharon bury
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One evening when my car ran out of petrol Coming home,
I chose to carry on, on foot, uphill and all alone,
Then had to stop atop the brow for I was out of breath
Besides it gave me chance to light another stick of death,
And when with further miles to tred I’d smoked my little treat,
I couldn’t get the air required to mobilise my feet

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