Posts tagged ‘words’

June 21, 2018

Letting go

by Jem Croucher

I have words in my hand
which I keep small
secretive, in case they fall

But sometimes when
the pace is slow
I’ll open up and let them go

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June 12, 2018

Painting a poem

by Jem Croucher

Today I sat and watched the sea
and the colour of the sky
and the water and the sand
and the pebbles on the beach
gave me my words

So I painted a poem

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June 11, 2018

Life is colour

by Jem Croucher

In summer life is colour
yellows, blues and greens
Reflecting all around me
and the palettes I have seen

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June 4, 2018


by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.


The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

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June 3, 2018


by Venkat

strong they said, as ivory on feet
strong they said, in marble
strong was the way to be

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May 30, 2018

Spectacular II

by Jem Croucher

Sitting in my garden
blank pages in my book
waiting for my words to fill
from everywhere I look
There’s inspiration ’round me
don’t have to look too far
as life is quite exciting
if not spectacular

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May 24, 2018

Painting with words

by Jem Croucher

When painting with words
the writing room floor
is splattered with cast-offs
from poems and more

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May 20, 2018


by John S

My words disappeared under the moonlight,
The sounds of dissipation fading fast
to quiet in a cavernous depiction,
a blank homage to the universal past.

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May 11, 2018

I wanted.

by dharkanein

I wanted to be your rain
As you are my sunshine
So we could make rainbows

I wanted to be the rock for you to lean on
In your times of smiles and tears
But little did I know, it’s use to crush my vows

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May 11, 2018

Word’s Worth

by S Francis

What these words are worth
To those without eyes to read
Or chips in heads binaring what pens bleed?
Take time before it melts
To look,
To see,
To listen,
To hear
All the tiny things the earth
Record them, Poet!

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May 5, 2018


by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Thinking that I have written the best,

rolling my eyes for the appreciation.


The mentor was quietly observing the chapter,

the red lines indicated the trouble coming near by.


Taking a deep breath to control my nerves,

the words were flying in my head to make a bridge of thoughts.


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May 5, 2018


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Muse
Softly To My Soul
Reassuring Me Of Her Love
And Commitment

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April 24, 2018

I’m everything

by Jem Croucher

I’m dancing. I’m rhythm
I’m words on a page
I’m pen and I’m words
from a poet and sage

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April 12, 2018

Fever dreams colour

by Jem Croucher

When sleep falters
in fever drams
I think of colour

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April 11, 2018


by Jem Croucher

So here is a canvas
and here are my words
crafted with pen
I paint pictures of life

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March 22, 2018

Happy World Poetry Day!: An Homage to Maya Angelou

by scatterednotebooks

I Will Try

So little do we value words
That lift and breathe and fly.
Some still use words that no one should.
Regardless, I will try.

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March 14, 2018

Scratch of pen

by Jem Croucher

At this early hour a soft caress
as morning greets the day
and gently, with a growing light
pushes night away

A silence reigns, a pinprick fall
with no one else around
so scratch of pen on paper there
barely makes a sound

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February 27, 2018

A Writer’s fear

by Megha's World
I’m trying to balance these words
on the tip of the lead
so precariously
where they tip and falters
and every single word, every syllable
every article
loses its balance
it’s epicenter
and starts falling off
falling off at the edges
in the deep abyss of the unknown
where I can’t seem to salvage them anymore
they are lost in the numb darkness
stumbling in every nook and corner
and can’t  seem to find their way
to me
where they can start to make
sense together again.
February 24, 2018


by Megha's World

“Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free.”
—Bill Richardson

My crestfallen soul
roams around
with a dejected look
waiting to get entwined
in your white moon
with pure serendipity

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February 20, 2018

Writer’s block

by Megha's World

“Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”
― Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella


When you hit a wall
a big wall;
which breaks your convictions
and shatters it all
that big wall of
angst, pain, and insecurity
which mocks your artist
and its withering creativity

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February 18, 2018

Sometimes stories are to be searched for.

by dharkanein

Sometimes stories are to be looked for

The words are to be weaved in

Some emotions are to be beaded

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February 17, 2018


by Megha's World
When I want you
I want you all
not in bits and pieces
Never want to share
traces of you
with anybody at all
February 14, 2018

The language of love

by Megha's World


Speak with the language of love.

The language of love
needs no words, no script
it flows from my heart to yours 
with no gates or doors;
I can feel the vibe in the air
I can feel the love
in my veins
as it flows;

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February 8, 2018


by Jem Croucher

It possesses a certain
something that soothes
and reminds me of summer
with its calming moods
Just a squeeze of the sachet
when winter is here
or a rub between fingers
when summer is near

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February 7, 2018


by Megha's World

I enrolled myself
to become part of your
fictitious life
to feel lonely and dejected
to feel unwanted
breathing  just to survive

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February 6, 2018


by braveandrecklessblog

the ice jam of words

long lodged in the back of my throat

has begun to melt

syllable by delicious syllable

that tickle going down

roil in my gut

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February 5, 2018


by Megha's World

“Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.”― Seneca


The darker the clouds get
The stronger the resolve becomes
The faster the breath gets
The stronger the heart pounds

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February 4, 2018


by Megha's World

Those beautiful lines etched on your skin
the art speaking for itself
emotions oozing out from each
drop of Ink

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