September 1, 2021
by Sandeep
A face lay there in eternal sleep, No smile. No frown. I wonder, “After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.
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March 28, 2021
by Venkat
the time I poured in velvet corners waiting as a bud to sip in cold arms
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September 3, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
I grew tired of the mundane
The everyday insane:
As they stand
Upon podiums of pretense
Pontificating falsehoods
Lining lying lips…O’Prunty
9/2/2020
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August 2, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
we walked as if unaware
through youthful days
without a care
singing songs of sunshine
and daisy days
of are you mine?
hip-high in wheat-top sways
we walked through our youthful days
…O’Prunty 8/1/2020
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July 29, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
a plethora of words
taken out of context
nouns, pronouns
verbs, adverbs
in similitude of mass conjecture
falling on deaf ears.
O’Prunty 7/29/2020
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June 1, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
Like a mole
Underground.
O’Prunty
6/1/2020
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April 22, 2020
by A. L. O'Prunty
“Let us meet on the side of truth, honor, integrity, and let us NEVER FORGET, the consequences of deception, delay, denial, distractions…and, Death”
O’Prunty
4/22/20
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April 8, 2019
by Abigail Gronway
a
gentle
hum
somewhere
interrupts
the still-
ness
of a
lonely night,
and threatens to
distract me
from my
thoughts
of you.
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February 7, 2019
by Venkat
thoughts are not born
grey dolphins in time
up from snake-holes
into clouds’ firm door
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December 6, 2018
by Venkat
a new thought
now it limped over, green
eyes blown, puffed intents
a quiet cloud, a serene dragonfly
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October 31, 2018
by Abigail Gronway
My laps for exercise were done,
So I let the water hold me,
Felt the rise and fall as breathing
Filled and emptied out my airways.
Conscience tried in vain to scold me,
For I would not idle linger,
But a moment only savor
All to me the world bequeathing.
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September 25, 2018
by Venkat
Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB
thoughts are clouds, let them be
too high for palms, too low for skies
whoever baked thunders and sea
thoughts are clouds, let them be
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September 10, 2018
by Venkat
winds don’t scatter thoughts
thoughts could bar not winds
mind with no breath pouts knots
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September 7, 2018
by Venkat
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?
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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
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August 1, 2018
by Venkat
Tongues thick
Hold horses
Over oil
Up up up
Go go go
Helium hearts
Threaded thoughts
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July 15, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
The state of mind
Calling the stars
Flaunt a little
The love of life.
We lie when woozy
Or we just cozy?
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July 1, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
Engulfed at the seashores,
wondering if I should go
back or wait
till the dawn.
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June 27, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
The sun comes everyday
To lighten the world
From the darkness of night
To bring new hopes and vibes
To melt in the love of shine.
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June 11, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
I live on the edge of the fears
Suitable or unsuitable
Worth taking
Or irrelevant.
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June 2, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
When we collide,
made a universe
of our own,
embodied with
the ideals
of the lovers unknown.
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June 1, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
He peeled his skin, to see if
the blood has same purity as
the redness in his eyes,
the fact is silence
in the moonshine.
Purity has which colour
red or white
or is it because of the wine,
he coloured him red, to see if
he feels the purity as
the pure love in her eyes.
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May 31, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
The sunburns are red
The tanning is gold
The marks are real
The sweat is glowing
With the heat of the town.
She is burning
He is burning
To fire the conscious
To light the lamp
In the heat of the sun.
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May 29, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
Having layers so thin
Attached to the strings
Important and must
To carry forward
The loyalty in you.
Is it difficult or easy
To take the burden
Is it inbuilt or
We have to build the talent
To satisfy the norms.
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May 27, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
“What I write
why I write
for what I write,
have to read
between the lines,” said the note book.
“Are you guilty
of what you did
why you feel,
have to understand
the reasons behind,” said the pen.
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May 23, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
Take me into your arms
Forget the world
Lean on my chest
To make a move
O f your own.
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May 19, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
Maturity is intense
To release the tensed
Coming with drawbacks
In a dose of love.
He said, “Maturity is key
to end the unwanted shouts,
trying to be real
along with the reflection
in the eyes.”
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May 11, 2018
by Bhavya Prabhakar, India
He said, “You have tantrums.”
I said, “ I have mood swings
to balance the equation
to turn on the situation.”
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April 11, 2018
by Renwick Berchild
They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes
that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.
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