February 21, 2019
by Megha's World
“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.”
― Charles Bukowski
Speechless
Dreamless
Bedazzled
Lost in your thoughts
in complete awe of your
demeanor
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February 14, 2019
by Joel Kravitz
Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
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If you’re a gentleman and can make a gal giggle,
There’s a good chance that gal will like you.
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January 20, 2019
by Megha's World
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January 18, 2019
by Megha's World
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January 14, 2019
by Megha's World
As she opens the door
with the anticipation
eyes frantically looking
and gazing into the emptiness
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January 6, 2019
by Megha's World
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December 14, 2018
by Megha's World

Those shimmering lights
dancing,
teasing,
turning
every flicker of light
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December 14, 2018
by Megha's World
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December 2, 2018
by HemmingPlay
Ed: I’m researching one or more works on climate fiction –CliFi–that will tiptoe through a increasingly alarming future. In the process, I’m finding some previous works that, while dark, are also windows into the subject. So, to brighten your day, here are two:
A Song on the End of the World
BY CZESLAW MILOSZ
On the day the world ends|
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
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November 11, 2018
by Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

The sound of children
comes in swells
like the sea…. I love
how they fill the emptiness and silence
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October 29, 2018
by Megha's World

Between the thumb and the forefinger
where I’m counting and mapping your freckles
as my fingers slide
over your curves
and etches
a map of my universe
where
my soul
my love
my passion
finds solace,
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October 24, 2018
by Megha's World
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October 18, 2018
by Megha's World
“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”
― Shannon L. Alder
A thousand sweet praises
I can listen sweetly
and keep forgetting them
the next day I rise
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October 7, 2018
by Megha's World

Our love is an illusion
a mirage,
like the sun setting in the sea
the light has traveled
from the past
to reach you and me;
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September 27, 2018
by Megha's World
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September 26, 2018
by Megha's World
“Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

That insatiable thirst
which rises from the depth of my soul
and devours me like a wildfire
this incessant need
to be wrapped around your soul
like an unstoppable contagion
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September 17, 2018
by Megha's World
I’m getting enraged
constantly irked by the
inconsistencies in life
bothered by
the roadblocks
ups and downs
and inequality
small glitches
and bumps
and those
occasional stops
which hinders
forms a patina
to its
constant glow
knocks down the
its ebb and flow
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September 7, 2018
by Megha's World

And when you smile
And try to hide
your giggles and laughter
And those tinkling bells
Which will sweeten someone soul
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August 31, 2018
by Megha's World
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August 24, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by The Dark Horse
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Do seasons shift?
Why do you stand in a limbo
Faithfully expecting the sun to remain
You’ll burn out from the rays of its ceaseless continuity
Only to then be eroded once the downpours turn up to your shores
Does passion eventually disenchant like fashion?
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August 23, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by Ed Ehren
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Most haikus one reads
Are nonsensical bullshit
Much like this one is
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August 23, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by Ed Ehren
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We don’t hate Trump because he’s Muslim
We don’t hate Trump because he’s black
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August 23, 2018
by Megha's World
“The quiet sense of something lost”
― Alfred Tennyson
I’m lost in the translation
wandering between the pages of a book
hiding between the folds
and sitting under a neatly folded
dog-eared page
waiting to be pulled
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August 22, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by tejaswibenjamin
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Cleanliness, purity of mind, thought and heart,
will surely make you a sweetheart.
Meditation and yoga are the way to go,
the benefits of it you will surely know.
Clear all bad thoughts, you will reach the skies,
you have only one life, so be wise.
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August 22, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by Marie Tarrant
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I’m remembering days of yesteryear,
When fags were cheap, and so was beer.
When London streets were plagued by smog
When fires burned from coal and a log.
When steam poured out of engines of trains,
When there were no traffic jams in lanes.
When cars were new and bikes were rode,
When the coalman called and dropped his load.
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August 21, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by Marie Tarrant
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The smoke from chimneys climbing high
Form cloud like objects in the sky
The mist lies hovering over a field
Logs for fires in gardens build
The smell of cooking through the air
With bonfire smoke, they mix and share
The sun is out but cooler now
The farmers put away the plough
Trees undressed and waiting for,
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August 21, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by Ayesha Azhar
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Three in the morning
There’s been a raid
Twenty-one for the mourning
Seventeen coffins prepared
Wild, wild and vile
Blood, gore and bile
Broken limbs; still, still eyes
Food everywhere; it’s a feast for the flies
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August 21, 2018
by Harry
Submitted by CHINA ALEXANDRIA
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JOSEPH WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS
JESUS WORE A CROWN FIT FOR A KING
WHEN EVIL COMES IT DOESNT RAISE A BANNER
EVIL WILL NOT HARM US HEAR US SING.
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