Posts tagged ‘writing’

February 22, 2018

Thread of Life

by Venkat

on this round leaf, of blue and brown
you let me in, a tendril with a heart
curling my feelings, of yesterday
thinning my dreams, into tomorrow

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February 21, 2018

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by dokurtybitz

I can not write now

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February 20, 2018

Ice Eyes

by Harry

Submitted by   Pasithea AnimaLibera

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I look into your eyes for warmth
but all I see is a piece of drifting ice.

I control myself trying not to lose my mind
but darling holding you is my vice.

So here I am showing you pieces of me hoping you realize
but you show me there’s no forever just melting ice.

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February 20, 2018

Mermaids

by A. Marie

Men only love us
when they need us, women dip
their babies in, Nereids seeking
to scale their children in armor;
we, ugly selkies, melusines, mer
maids and lads who swim in
black waters, we cannot breathe
the light, merely claw and scrape
at the tops of waves, legs
greeting us with nets and offerings –

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February 19, 2018

Reward:

by Harry

Submitted by thereckoning12

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Enrolling in the clubs, groups and organizations.

Membership has its privileges, they say, eyes glowing with the hungry stare of zombies

wanting to skip along in sync with the group.

They search for power in numbers

Hoping for anonymity and shelter from the truth

But the numbers aren’t enough to crowd out the lies

that crush and maim their natural purity.

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February 19, 2018

Her Pain

by Harry

Submitted by 0nLy1Promise

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He tells you stop talking
To shut your mouth
Says that your nothing
And slaps you around

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February 18, 2018

Sheltered Rhymes

by Bipolar Opposites

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

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February 15, 2018

The name

by Harry

Submitted by Bhavya Prabhakar,

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The list is ready

With a name in it

The surname is not required

When you have the reputation already.

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February 15, 2018

IS THERE MAGIC?

by Harry

Submitted by Frederick Calovich

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Take time to ask yourself this question,
And to do that here is a suggestion,
Remember your long ago childhood,
And remember where you always stood.

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February 14, 2018

Descending

by A. Marie

As a youth,
I knew not of crowded city streets,
the smells of compacted people,
all their schedules and goals and jostling.

I loved the woods,
and the lake waters, and the snow.
The many greens of Midsummer:
faded teal, fatty yellow, dark forest, zingy lime;
wreaths of chlorophylls dewed and shiny.

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February 13, 2018

CITY LIGHTS

by Harry

Submitted by Frederick Calovich
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City lights
Of red, green, and gold,
Reflect off the river,
In the early morning cold.
City lights,
Of red, green and gold,
Try to out shine
The morning moon so bold.

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February 13, 2018

Vain is Vein

by Harry

Submitted  by  Pasithea AnimaLibera

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You are so vain playing pain’s game
for vain is a vein bringing pain to those sane.

You are so vain claiming insanity for personal gain
for pain is a wain bringing fain to those insane..

You are so vain being so fain thinking am insane
for blame is a vane cutting a brain into a twain..

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February 12, 2018

My shoulders rise like small boulders

by Harry

Submitted by jillianprendergast

My shoulders rise like small boulders
Above the hot bathwater
I watch the swirls of soap
Reaching through the ripples
For signs
Above my navel
Breathing in , forgetting to release

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February 10, 2018

Dialogue

by Harry

 Submitted by  Ali Grimshaw

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Random thoughts collect in her hair.

Ideas shed by passers by

printed in fonts, large and small

nestled in her curls.

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February 10, 2018

“When a walk turns violet”

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

I stood under skies of my grandfathers
blinded by the canary suns salvage yard

deep end bathtub blue
they called puppets faggots

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February 10, 2018

BRING BACK THE MUSIC

by Harry

Submitted by Frederick Calovich

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When I was younger on a Saturday night,
I’d sit at the bar and watch all the girls,
Especially the girls in tight blue jeans,
Their mama’s sure gave them wonderful genes.

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February 8, 2018

Whistler

by A. Marie

Grasses bob, the trees press, expand; press, expand as lungs.
Loyal speaker, who spake the first murmurings – whistler at the window.
What’s that? Faces stack, knotholes of wisps in the darkness,
agape and wakeful just as I, truculent foreheads, lined lips, I’ve a wife
who died, is she there? Another unholy moaner outside, watchful.

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February 6, 2018

Art

by Harry

Submitted by Anusha

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He is a piece of art.

An art painted with his own tears.

Carved in detail with his scars, creating his own literature.

His eyes with a pitch-black story, swirling with endless worries.

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February 4, 2018

Veritas

by John S

This poem was born of a phrase,
its stem and budding promise

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February 3, 2018

Wilt to Grow

by Harry

Submitted by Pasithea AnimaLibera

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No body grows until it wilts another
a parable from nature born by roses.

A rose is a promise blossoming with charm
watered in sacrifice to bear hope in beauty.

It grows a calyx filled with love’s wine
swirling around a sepal so divine.

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February 3, 2018

You’ve picked a man

by Harry

Submitted by Ryan Lord

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You’ve picked a man
And a proper one too
One who could never
Truly love you
No matter how good
You can make him feel
His feelings aren’t true
His feelings aren’t real

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February 2, 2018

Stitched Along the Scars

by Harry

Submitted by 0nLy1Promise

Every breath you stole
Collapsing everything within
A devil in a pretty dress
That only seems to know sin

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January 31, 2018

Unimaginable tragedy

by Harry

Submitted by Lilian Lefuwa
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Take a look around, nothing matters anymore.
All I see is darkness, no one seems to care about anything and anyone.
The good and kind hearted are not listened to nor recognized no more.

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January 31, 2018

Destroyed in Love…

by Harry

Submitted by cmapillay

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To forget you or remember you, I m not sure

The pain is so brutal, it’s not worth the cure..

If you can interpret it right, you have my consent

If you don’t, I could be a penance, you will repent

You be drunk if you take my sip

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January 31, 2018

Depression

by A. Marie

The walls, they are shrinking,
a box I am in folded up,
heavy and looming
are the forges
making all this dark;

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January 27, 2018

A poet through and through

by Jem Croucher

And now at last it’s quiet
Just the ticking of the clock
and the humming of the fridge
Little here for me to knock
So before I climb the stairs
and get the rest my body needs
My pen must get to paper
as some inspiration pleads

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January 24, 2018

Ascend

by Harry

Submitted by Silas

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“These marble stairs

Have through time stared

They’ve felt the footsteps

of dear and departed

They’ve felt the footsteps

of young and just bornes

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January 24, 2018

The Big Black Storm

by A. Marie

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

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