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.

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POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

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

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,

duty

Submitted by Deb Whittam

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It was a ritual, it was essential
For it made the day complete
But he was circumspect
He knew he had to be discreet

POEM: Poverty

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

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

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?

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,

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.

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

POEM: Halomancy

Take hold of this bottle of simple table salt,
feel the surface both solid and smooth resting in your palm,
know that this salty white chemical mix is the spark of want,
Can’t you feel the pull of desire in the looks we share?

NATURE’S ACCOSTINGS

Submitted by R C AVHINASH SHARMA

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This thing – I become when Nature accosts me,
When Nature howls, when Nature talks to me.
When He takes over my body – does not scares me!

Hope and glory

Submitted by Grant Stone

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Corner of the bar
On a busy Saturday night
86 years old
Used to be a beauty
That’s what she tells everyone
Anyone who asks

it’s difficult to tell
Deep ridges covered in foundation
A derelict façade
Like a deserted storefront
in a broken down town

Life is knowing

Submitted by Deb Whittam

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She felt such a fool
But she had come anyway
She had pleaded her case
Squirmed beneath their gaze
fully aware that this was their way

no one heard me cry

Submitted by india cole
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no one heard me cry today
no one heard me yell
i have the smile of an angel
but im living through all hell

Staking vampires in stairwells

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Speed freak dressed in day two old clothes
torn pull tab pop up book hospital convenience
these hand crank windows speak of blood clot burnouts
cigarette stain apartment key pick up

screw bottom upholstery red spray cans
full of hundred dollar bills
stashed among performed tubular coin wrappers
familiar strangers in old hallways asking about your mothers health

IT COSTS NOTHING.

Submitted by Poems By Bola Drmolova

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It costs nothing to love.

It costs nothing to be kind.

It costs nothing to be gracious.

It costs nothing to be favoured.

It costs nothing to give.

It costs nothing to receive.

I cry in the dark

Submitted by leslie walker

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as I cry in the dark alone
with the tears of clown with “Altzimers”
in mind of words I love in poetry of motion
in time with clouds that drift in summers

Books are my Friends

Submitted by Lucy Perceval

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‘Books are my friends’, she said,
‘I have old ones and new ones
loved and unloved.
Some I start with and never finish:
Some I belong to and begin a short intense affair,
Until it’s over only warmth and joy,
Then dull memory and disappointment.

HAIKU: THE YOUNG SHALL VOTE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

OUR AMERICA

BELONGS TO EVERY PERSON

The mind like water

Submitted by Mark Tulin

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The mind like water Fluid, flowing
Peaceful, dynamic
Strong yet still
An ocean of thoughts

Cocooned in my womb,

Submitted by Deepa Tarak Balaji

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Cocooned in my womb,
Hanging on for as long as she can,
Timing her entry with precision
Out with a smile
That’s my princess
Cute little sounds
Always talking away
No smiles for the camera

Haiku – Ducks

Submitted by Donna Matthews

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My ducks in a row
The days, the seasons pass on
Ornery fowl scattered

Thank you

Fire of Love:

Submitted by divadarshan

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Seasons glide, through the Mirror of time.
Flowers bloom and fade too.
A beautiful sunny day comes to an end.
When night open its wings.
Glorious moon emerges on the extensive sky.
It never remains forever too.

A REASON TO CELEBRATE

Submitted by Lenora McWhorter

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We celebrate the resurrection
and hail the risen Christ.
We kneel before the rugged cross
where Jesus gave His life.