Posts tagged ‘writing’

July 15, 2018

The state of mind!

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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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 13, 2018

WHAT WRITING ISN’T

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes We Think We Know
But We Really Don’t
Because We Only Have
A Limited View
A Preconceived Idea

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July 9, 2018

Our Goodbye

by Harry

Submitted by JPhantom

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I’m sitting across from a person who knows everything about me, but they feel like such a stranger
And we’re just looking into each other’s eyes, for they tell our story more than words could muster
A story that has succumb to the winds of a cold world, as frost it bites and gnaws at our weary souls

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July 9, 2018

Time after time

by Jem Croucher

Yes, I know I have written
many times in the past
of this beach and the sea
and it won’t be my last
For this place here in Sussex
I will gravitate to
whenever I can
Well you would, wouldn’t you?

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July 5, 2018

I awake to waves

by Harry

Submitted by thaharbor

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I awake to waves colliding into bleached sands as they sizzle across the seemingly-endless coastline

Waves that are a deep blue, yet also transparent; waters that appear to be pure, but are found to be brine

Its spray weaves within the wind, a mist that grazes over the beach and onto the tops of my exposed feet

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June 27, 2018

Poetry comes alive

by Jem Croucher

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

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June 27, 2018

LEAVE IT UNSPOKEN – REPRISE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Some things are hard to say
filled with deep emotions
and feelings
that are aching
in your heart

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June 25, 2018

With inspiration here

by Jem Croucher

I write with words that always come
formed into lines until I’m done
A synergy that’s oft begun
with inspiration here

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June 22, 2018

Summer Wars

by Renwick Berchild

The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.

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June 22, 2018

Just another break up letter

by Harry

Submitted by Katt

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I love you and I tell everyone you’re just a guy from the past and they really shouldn’t worry about you trying to break my heart all over again because I’m over you.
Over you. I mean I am over you till I see you and remember everything else you did right before you decided to do what you used to see your father do on your mother, slap me across the face. Yes my love I believe you when you say you were just joking but if you joke like that imagine how you get when you are seriously mad.

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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 4, 2018

the crushed velvet theater

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations”

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.

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May 31, 2018

Till Again We Meet!

by Harry

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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There was a joy in being little,
There was a joy in being clueless.
There was a joy in looking up at you,
There was a joy in seeing your kindness.
There was a joy in having problems,
I knew you would find out a way.

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May 31, 2018

HEAT

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

 

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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 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 29, 2018

A sea of inspiration

by Harry

Submitted by nadiya rauf
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A sea of inspiration flooded my brain
My pen started writing itself
A train of thoughts
A train of words
Started forming on a piece of paper
A chance to get things of my chest

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May 27, 2018

NEGLECT

by Harry

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

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buttercups and dandelions
have spread their fires
across the garden

Queen Anne’s lace
tats the borders
and vetch spangles
through shrubs

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May 27, 2018

As I stare into the bottom

by Harry

Submitted by Liv Smith

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As I stare into the bottom
of the toilet bowl,
calculating my self-worth
like I calculate the number
of calories in a birthday cake
or in an apple, or in sparkling water.
How many “freckles” will appear
on my face from forced vomiting.
How many star jumps done in my
own bedroom.

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May 27, 2018

What and Why!

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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“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 25, 2018

A washed up image of your former self

by Harry

Submitted by Danielle Tompkins

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A washed up image of your former self

Is that what you think you are, my dear?

Has all the pain of life stripped you of

Anticipation and sensation, desire and cheer?

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May 25, 2018

Night Out

by Renwick Berchild

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

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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 23, 2018

Be my love!

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

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May 23, 2018

Clear Day

by Renwick Berchild

Blankets are leaving, we are all naked
as newborns, with sunglasses on our eyes.
The bluegreen day with yellow tint
is disguised as grey,
and we can’t blink
until the park is met, until our feet get wet;
it’s a savanna, and the rhododendrons
flare, and my compass knows
the way, the tide will take me out
come noon.

May 20, 2018

In Memoriam

by Harry

Submitted by   ECAW’s blog

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My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.

My father was in North Africa.
He worried about The Bomb.

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May 19, 2018

Maturity

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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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 17, 2018

INJECT AND INFECT

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Inject and infect

The love in my veins

To surrender the pain

To be lost in your aim.

 

The infection is not in the blood

It’s in the mainstream of the love

The soul wants the cure

In the form of art of love.

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May 16, 2018

MY PHONE

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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It’s ringing

again and again

to coordinate

with the time.

 

The cords

have connected

the right connection

after a while.

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