Skywardly yearning,
wheeling and turning,
an exaltation of larks!
Lines interleaving,
wings interweaving
an orchestration of arcs!
Just shadow and light
imbuing their flight,
shape-shifting magic they fly.
With artistic flair,
their canvas the air,
this brush of wings paints the sky!
July 22,2014
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014
A painter sits
Alone and in solitude
Staring at a portrait
He paints of society
He starts at the bottom,
The beginning of time
It is wild and unkept
Colours outside of the lines
Animals, they roam
Without boundaries, birds soar
Evolution is yet
To rise from the core
Then he goes on,
a short while at least
showing the first signs of red
with flickers of heat
On he goes, some colours cutting short
Not everyone continuous, some deaths not fought
Later still, and colours go dark
Hunger and suffering
Stories of the Ark
Hope is seen,
Although followed by war
The strength of emotion
Soul from soul were tore
Red becomes blackening
An oozing dark brown
The painting becomes abyss
No colour to be found
Quickly, we move, into more hopeful times
Slavery abolished, creates beautiful lines
And swirls, they continue
As women gain voice,
And independent, they emerge
In a bid to fight
But war, it strikes, and so civil liberties abided
Courageous young men, flee to fight it
Heroes return, some do not
In fields of red
They are never forgot
Whilst the portrait shows red, not all is blood
Some is hope, some is sadness
some a reminder that be intolerant, we should not,
And without a doubt, more will fill the space
That currently is snow white,
With anger and hate
But yellow will emerge, and silver too
And gold, and purple
With hints of blue.
So the artist, he sits,
Quiet, at work
In his studio, he paints
Us out of the dark.
Copyright © Matilda Gratton | Year Posted 2019
D-Dreamed of the Possibility
R-Realized the team potential
E-Enveloped a city with love
W-Worked hard at his God given talents
B-Believed in his faith beyond measure
R-Repeated that faith by acts of kindness
E-Exponentially gained love by showing it
E-Expessed his love of family
S-Superceded the thought that One person can make a difference
Copyright © Bonnie Miller | Year Posted 2019
Stay is such a strong word
Some people are Stayers
Some people are Abandoners
Some people are stuck in-between
What do we call them
Copyright © Sherry Soholat | Year Posted 2019
My poems are usually about light or dark or a mix.
ACCIDENT
I saw the woman
sprawled on the ground,
her legs askew beneath her.
She was alive but could not move,
obviously in a faint.
Right in front of her
a small pram
squeezed to a wall
pinned by a truck
that had hurtled
down the hill
hitting mother and child.
No sound came from the pram.
The driver knelt down.
He cried, oh how he cried.
Did he cry for the child he had killed?
For the mother who lost her treasure?
Or for the license he was going to lose?
Only he could tell.
A family ruined.
No one thought of the husband
who lost his child
who found his wife injured,
all because of a reckless driver
who was late for work,
drove fast, painted a wall
with an innocent child's blood.
Did he have a late night call?
A drinking binge?
A lass to love?
Whatever it was
a child's life was lost,
a family ruined.
Nothing could turn
the clock back.
The ambulance arrived.
So did the upholder of the law.
Nothing to do. We move forward.
It is our destiny.
01/14/2019
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2019
When chances meet thru modern means and poet trees
Then misty dreams drift close together
As first meetings with no care
And long flowing hair ,
Red as apple blossoms blooming fair,
Bewitching smiles and longing sounds
And sweet nectar drifting through the air
Faint echoes of loves pure air and poetry abound
Bitter sweet from afar , the smiles
rosy cheeks ,and twinkling eyes
And most of all white doves
Floating in the sky
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
We watch as the world weeps.
Is there anything we can do to help?
Yes, pray for those in their time of need.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012
My dog died today
Making me angry and sad
Hot tears streamed down me.
I could cry for weeks
Soaked in indignant anger
Wasting my own life
Attitude is key.
The clear choice is up to me.
I decide on joy.
I will refocus
Give myself a new puppy
The choice is all mine.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
we are all brainless zombies.
we live in a world that follows rules.
we are the same as each other, copies.
we work just as much as mules.
at the end of the day we want to be hip and in style.
we follow fashion trends and celebrities are our idols.
at the end of the day we all put on a fake smile.
we try to be different but we are just in denial.
what happened to being different?
we are just as boring as the next person.
people are quite ignorant,
we try to be unique, yet it seems to worsen.
we are all just brainless zombies.
Copyright © Riley Cleveland | Year Posted 2019
She had the fixation of their closeness
Ubnormally,her heart flapping from left to right
That night her table full of flagons
And every love film she saw was a hokum to her
Her thoughts flipped for a not found answer
And now thought she was mentally handicapped
But all these hidden in a peculiar smile
She hoped to get out of it some days
She amiably treasured her old days,she remembered
Contemplating about quitting, but again condemned the thought
Feeling not contented with everything around her
She was an avid avenger
Every night didn't go along
She looked the skies with the beauty of her eyes
Though helplessly lying on the floor
But she hoped to get out of it some days
Copyright © Ashon Thee Poet | Year Posted 2019
By The Time
By the time you find this
you will have already felt an emptiness
by the time you find this
you will almost unknowingly fear to open it
it will feel strange
it will unfold slowly
By the time you read this
it will dawn that something is wrong
by the time you read this
it will flow into your heart
I am missing
I am gone
By the time you finish this
you will find your mind will be racing
by the time you finish this
you will recall my last real smile
only then will you hear my last words
only then will you begin to understand
by the time you lay this down
it will still be open
by the time you lay this down
you will wonder who to call
time will seem to flood into a collage
time will seem to slow to a crawl
by the time they find me
it will only then become so clear
by the time they find me
I will already have become a memory
that last kiss will be a little sweeter
that last kiss will live forever
Copyright © Chase Brown | Year Posted 2019
I am in competition
with no one
with the exception of
myself.
Sometimes I think
life would be easier
if I were
dumb.
Maybe
if I were ugly
people would be
nice.
I
wish people
could see my
heart.
Perhaps
they might
actually like
me.
Copyright © Berteena G. | Year Posted 2019
It’s black comedy
Lust for a death
And the deadly temperament
Seen as temporary
Past time a past time
Permanently he orbits
As they work
To live
But he’s seen through it
And a friend down to his last dime
Picks up the telephone line
Inebriated
It’s understated how close to the bone you roll
He laughs, they laugh together
Temporarily mentally ill together
And it’s better
Bar the daily knocks
That bring them back to telephone calls
Again and again
Half way thugs
Alcohol and gateway drugs
Because he’s seen through it
So they work to live
And though he does do it
But ever so morbid
Through a constant string
Of non specific laughter
So close to the bone
Right beneath the skin
And the heart to hearts he never has with
Anyone
Left close to him.
Copyright © Luke Goodman | Year Posted 2019
ELSE is... and I am... I feel
and there is THEY... along with I
surfing change onboard a present now
cumulating beyond a was and then
bow waking a forward felt endurance
imagining time as flow through fuzzy edged space
ELSE agrees or ELSE confounds
as futures fill with will and when
conscious conversations twixt ELSE and I
merge expectations with dreaming on...
I flicker out... become one with ELSE
in a where-when netherverse, with no time nor space
foaming, forming fields of potential, continuous birth
ELSE is... and I am ELSE... I feel...
exploring I and THEY in their time bound place
sentience caressed by curious visitation
probing intrique across a cosmos born
with child of of ELSE, a multitude of I and THEY
matter I... and matter THEY...
to ELSE sustained, semi-potent, dreaming on...
Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2017
Thoughts how they fade from white to gray,
and the memories we made,
turned to dust just today.
Ashes we smoked and the dreams we dreamt,
all DIED in your arms and I wept...
-and wept.
Please forgive me- believe me when I say I am sorry-
I feel sad for you but not as sad as I feel for me.
Self pity is a disease,
but it puts me at ease,
and I just wish these flea's,
would get off my bleeding back.
If I could paint you a river, I'd swim to your shore,
mend all I tore...
...now it's you that I lack.
It has always been you...
ALWAYS been you...
you were my envelope, you were my flu,
you cut me apart because you made me whole,
I'm sorry I stole...your heart...
-your heart...
NA in CONTEST NO 204 any form-theme max of 16 lines
Judged September 17, 2016
For contest: Screwed XVI
Date Written: September 26, 2015
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2015
Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!
Copyright © M. Renee Taylor | Year Posted 2019
Fire and Ice
The caldera collects and cradles a
Beautiful, deep, impenetrable blue lake,
A beautiful mirror of fire and ice
Harmonizing, a wannabe visage.
Snow uses caldera’s crater for its frame,
Covering it and breathing icy air
To ruffle the tops of old pine trees,
Shaking their patience with a whizz.
Snow slithers, frosts, and shrouds
The dormant island in white blankets
To show the caldera and sleeping fire
The thrill that crowns its Ego
Resounding about the unfazed lake.
The dormant island enjoys its nap
Exhaling gases to shoo the snow away
To play with the lake.
Copyright © lily Cohen | Year Posted 2019