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Details | Sonnet |

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Niagara Falls

                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

4 White Horses

4 White Horses called to me
from across their field on that 1 day
They called my mind to come and see
their everyday scene so...overlooked

The gazes were steady the hearts true
as innocence pulled us together
Their knowledge of my soul was a wondrous feeling of trust...
their warm soft muzzles like velvet in my hands

Though fence between us...
I could feel their wild hearts racing across the plains
Massive white clouds rode the wind past the sun
sweeping shadows over the land like prehistoric birds

The scene calmly arouses memories of peace...of youth...of freedom
I feel a oneness with this land...with this moment...with this dream
I feel a oneness with these creatures so Majestic and Serene

Time could never change their hearts
or even taint their souls
and I could not tear myself away when it was time to go
Deep breath in... Deep breath out
I wished silently that all creatures could be at such peace
on that 1 day

-hope you enjoy this inspiration of a creature that changed my heart

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold


The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such beauty, bees decorate that soft gown
As Nature's music plays, creatures listen
Seeing such, in great awe man can not frown
Be it in wilds of the woods or hometown
Such depth of beauty must always glisten

Such wonders are breathtaking to behold
Wherein life, earth, and brighter blue sky meet
That greatness of all tends to gladly greet
The wise hearts and souls of both young and old
Cold of winter or steam of summer heat
Depths of vivid colors can not be beat
Could man find greater beauty to behold 

Where forests meet the rivers flowing deep
Colorful riverbanks birth soft flowers
Light beaming down, feeding glory the hours
Even with moon's glowing while creatures sleep
Some spread colors tall as mountain towers
This shining shows Nature's true life powers
Wisdom man would do well to ponder deep

Upon meadows ranging across this land
Spreads panorama of colors and life 
Cutting its scenic views like a sharp knife
With precision through crops and timberland 
Nature hands both man and animals strife
Its flows in time, where life and death are rife 
Across breadth of all earth's majestic land

Jungles and mountains across its wide space
In Africa's wildness teeming life glows
In fantastic beauty, great spirit shows
Within hardiness of its festive face
Stirs toughness, a higher power bestows
Regardless of how bad the ill wind blows
There growing, its creatures and human race

As winds blow across panoramic views
Life splashes within its colorful deep scenes
Even without mortals or their machines
Nature's beauty casts for its many hues
Despite plunder, man does by other means
Nature's can correct as it grooms and preens
And if not, mankind gets to pay its dues

We may admire scenes of earth and wildlife
Yet ignore the plight of destruction wrought
Great wonders destroyed from changes we brought
Our habit to gift unintended strife
Far more destructive than any dreadnought
Are actions we fail to ever be taught
Costs of our higher quality of life

Robert J. Lindley, 3-27-2016

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Nature and humanity

FORM : 4 stanza poem that has 7 lines in each stanza and in the following format:

First three lines describe nature, a natural feature, lakes, mountains, forests, game reserves etc. You can personify nature

4th line is a bridge i.e shifting to the human side

5, 6 and 7 lines bring in the human aspect (What people do there, how they interact with nature, fun things to do/see, what you did there what you would like to do there etc)

The poem must have the following rhyme scheme: ABCACBA

Minimum number of syllables per line must be 6 and maximum must not exceed 10

I will be impressed by the use of the following in your poem(but dont over do)

Imagery - Take me there with your words


Assonance and Consonance

I also love learning new words: Make the dictionary your friend

Cliches knock the stuffing out of

You can submit new and old poems(Just make sure they conform to the format laid out here)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ghazal |

Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Leopards -Rhyming Haiku-

Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

When the river runs dry

When the river runs dry

When the river runs dry, tears of sorrow fill this poets eyes
The words just won't flow, as the blank page clearly shows

All life dries up as ideas and thoughts they get torn in two
All around us can see it and sense it they feel the sorrow too

For what is life without freedom of thought and it's expression?
All poets like their words to be heard and read without exception

Our Maker well knows our needs, knows us better than ourselves
When the river runs dry, He gives us clean waters found in his well

When we go to him and drink deeply of his fresh waters of truth
Our soul and spirit are invigorated  renewed like the days of our youth

Our prayers are answered as copious tears shower down from on high
We drink it all in till we're dripping wet, that's when we understand why

When we rely on ourselves our own thinking from our imperfect minds 
That's when there's trouble, the page is blank and so the river runs dry.

John Derek Hamilton
April 17,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |


The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?

The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

The lambs leap, the willows weep
To show us we can dance and cry
Don’t live a lie; just ask why

The oceans latch, seashells laugh
There’s always an escape
To the martyr’s smile, on the sun’s sweet dial

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

Don’t let it fade,
Don’t hold it down
The sky is open for us now
Just let them fly,
Those hurts we keep
Inspire the heart, inspire the dream! 

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

In everyone
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

*This song is a collaboration with my older brother, Robert, who was inspired by two hawks soaring around each other earlier today. Younger brother, David, implemented some sweet harmonies that makes this song really special! * 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Just A Day At The Beach

From the tips, of her white foam caps
To the bottom of her swells
The depth of our Love for her
Only the Ocean can retell 
As we sat on pristine beaches
Kissed by waves upon our feet
Calling Us to join in with her
On this nautical Retreat

With her coolness, She caressed us
On that hot and sunny day
There, in the depths of her bosom 
She allowed us both to play
And when the sun began to set
On her wrinkled, deep blue skin
We both marveled at Her beauty 
Then swore, to return, again

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

The Break of Dawn

I woke up at the break of dawn,
with the feeling that all hope is gone,
I was not sure where to begin,
but I was determined to win.

No dazzling stars,
no visible  moonlight,
no chirping birds, 
to tease my empty words.

I walked through the door with a subtle grin,
nursing bruises all over my skin.
I tried to escape yesterday’s punishment,
and saturate my mind with hope and fulfillment.

Walking down the dark empty street,
a cab stopped  exactly at my feet,
I hired him to take me to the mountains,
to breath out the stagnant air
and repair my body’s wear and tear.

His grouchy voice thundered through my ears,
he spoke with a strange accent that I could hardly hear,
It passes through one ear, and suddenly disappears.

We journeyed through sleeping towns,
they stared at us without a sound,	  
steep hills and rocky path,
bending streets and winding roads
dumping my burdensome loads.

He made a sudden turn,
and I felt a sensational yearn
spilling over in my soul.
Mother nature bursts from the horizon
and filled my heart with glad tidings.

Layers of mountains blink at me,
taking me up and down the gigantic tree
guiding me to my  unseen dreams,
while patches of green and sun burnt grass
prepare the city for the morning mass.

I saw her bursting through the thick grey clouds,
and I stopped the car and spoke to her aloud,
I climb on top of a nearby rock,
and reached towards her and interlock.
I was just in time for the meeting,
Oh how my soul yearns for this healing.

Mother nature looked at me with a grin
she shook my hand, 
and said, “where shall we begin?”
I lamented the troubles of my piercing heart,
and requested for a balance start.

What took you so long?
I know that you have been hurting all along,
and  I have been waiting for you to prove them wrong.
“Worry no more,
I am going to fulfill the desires of your burning soul,
look around and tell me what you see,
observe carefully and you will agree.

Let me ignite your body and soul, 
and sooth the sorrows  that you bore,
sleepless nights,
daily fights,
unfair treatment,
and treacherous  lies.

The meeting came to an end,
and I felt free again,
the peshmerga drove up the  steep hill
and greeted me with goodwill 
Dawn fully broke out into broad day light,
and filled my soul with joy and delight.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered

~~ Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility, Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me; A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm, An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity. I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life, A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit; Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth, And we the children of the world are free to find a path. With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered. _______________________________ February 1, 2015 Verse

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Her Place

As dawn's early mist rises
its wrapped lovingly with care
Blanketed in silence
its sheer beauty is rare.

Muted and glowing
the sun delicately peeks through
It's presence a heavenly
palette of pale earthly hues.

With the whispering wind
swaying amongst fragile limbs
It is transformed like no other
a melodic blissful hymn.

As a soft breeze caresses
the mist gently clears
It is here she has found
a serenity to hold dear.

reworked 08-11-2016

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Dandelion Wishes

Let me embody the promise of hope
That the dawn left 
To usher in new beginnings—
A beacon that heralds a somber morn.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the gentle breeze of bridled passion
That cradles every tulip bud, rocking—
Locking them in my tender embrace 
And a sensual dance.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the persistent rays of sunshine
That break through the shale gray,
Leaden clouds—in immaculate columns 
Of answered prayers.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the saffron hues that paint the sky
From the palette of blissful dreams,
In faint strokes—of the purple aftertaste 
Of sleep in your eyes.
Dearest, I shall be your morning.

Let me be the crystal droplets of dew,
Like cold tears—that accrete
The shards of shattered longing—
A requiem to wash away the bitter night that passed.
Dearest, I shall end your mourning.

16th January, 2017	

3rd Place "The Poet And I" contest 
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose

Copyright © Jared Wain Copold | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Embrace The Lines

Always learn to say "No" or "Yes"
without fear or intimidation.

Sometimes spend some time alone
in a fishing creek or park. It is in such
places you are able to listen to your heart.

Choose arguments that you think or feel
you really need to participate in. Some
debates are none of our business.

Remind your child to be respectful
if he or she goes astray.

Keep family secrets within the family.

Let your lover know where you don't
want to be touched in your life,
for it's only you who can see your own
scars, from past struggles and battles...

Mark your own boundaries,
and let everyone know and see them. Help
them to understand and embrace them.

Embrace your own lines.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Gentle Touch Of Autumn

The autumn comes, an open book
To satisfy our hungry eyes
But, sometimes things can't just be read
Not like a book upon a shelf
We can't just look, …..they must be felt
With every strain of western wind, 
With every leaf, each brittle vein
Each blade of grass, each drop of rain

Was there ever such a day like this
That stretched beneath the peaceful dust
Of scented hay, while shimmering haze
Goes on and on in overlays
Of misty blue, until it ties
The distant hill to distant sky?

Contest # 207
Sponsored by Brian Strand

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Green Spot In Mind

I was so willing to compose
A story told in rhyme and prose
Brief summary of what i see
I see no sight of harmony

People walk in haste for food
To get as much as they could
Rushing from here, swarming from there
Raging blindly wild, teeming everywhere

I took a spot and stood to rhyme
With questions that could blow my mind
What the fuss about food and such!!?
Did they miss any fate to catch?

I coud not keep watching the pain
I went away for peace to gain
By the river down by the hill
A place where i could get the thrill

Beneath the blue, upon the green
Emerald sapphire, swept my spleen
Like a piece of Eden, left here
Peace and relax, beauty is clear

I spent the day on nature's bosom
Her beauty i tried to fathom...
I felt i were a piece of land
*Harmony *? now, i understand

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Roses And Butterflies

Because I want to, I conjure up A gazillion of roses and butterflies (From the tips of my fingers, the tears in my eyes The love in my heart, the strong belief in magic) Exploding all around us, and covering us while I say: “For you, for me, for us all.” The most beautiful of colours where We never even dreamed of or longed for Because we couldn’t believe We deserved it We deserve it. *** March 12, 2017 Meme by Mel © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Anchored on a windy beach

Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And memoirs of my gradual bondings 
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time 
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime 

To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission 
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past 

Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams 
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker 
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast 

Departing the depths of calamity chosen 
To savour the dews of my late night hours   
And devour not the memorable endeavours 
For beauty was with me in those moments 

One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah 
With amalgam of glee and humility 
And simple life of truth and sincerity 

Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds 
I contemplate in dissonant folds 
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives 
I linger in my skimming crimson skies 

Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes 
In tongues of my fore fathers decent 
I will lounge in their culture with no lament 

Like those who came before me 
Who fought oppressors from over the sea 
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs 
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"

Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do 
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue 
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored 
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored 

To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds 
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods 
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course 

Down the  avenues of my maturity 
Down the patterns of my progress 
Down the depths of my humility 
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...

..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm 
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm 
Under clouds which housed the days of yore 
On this shell and plastic littered shore.

Copyright © Kofi Amed | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Nature Heals

Crawling in the clouds
Lifting the limitless
Above the abandoned
Searching for sorrows

We hope for honesty
Listen with lingering hope
Promising pumpkin pie
Towards the timid

Saving the sand-dollars
For making modern discs
Of flying frisbees
That float over favorite

Becoming the beautiful
Through hours of horrid
Darkness which destiny
Seems to evoke simultaneously

Where nature nurtures me
By its calming caring culture
And life honors the living
With Fall coming fervently
The end leaves subjects open…


Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Concrete |

Fall Forward

arcane drops
of burnt hawthorn,
refashion chestnut beauty
as enticing odes of jovial
amber plume fowls serenade 
maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease
timber soils of stillness in calm chaos.
Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings 
I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring
subtle bliss embracing the core 
values revived endng
summer’s erotic

Copyright © Sona Wilae | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...

Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Bald Eagle - Eileenesque

Unimpressed, she sits alone watching
There high above the river flowing
Sharp, keen eyes always scan, protecting
Her eggs are safe, awaiting hatching
Alone watching the river flowing

Jet air planes and speeding cars go by
As she watches from her perch on high
Then with stunning grace, she leaps to fly
Gliding, soaring, master of the sky
From her perch on high, she leaps to fly

The bald eagle impressed me that day
While watching her majestic display
As her kingdom there, she did survey
Turning, circling, choosing her way
Choosing her way, impressed me that day

©Donna attempt at Eileen's form for her.....:-) :-) 
*we have bald eagles winter here along our rivers and build is awesome to go watch them..

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

An Ode to the Bee

The echo of Winter will never eclipse
The gentle breeze carrying Spring, 
Or birds overhead, with their eyes well affixed
On the future for marvelous things. 

The sedulous bees bringing life to the Earth, 
While they buzz and wash over each section.
The warriors of progress, unknowing their worth,
Wielding only a sting for protection.

The tiny striped martyrs then bravely depart
From the plant, at some length, to the swarm.
The nectar collected, their personal art.
The hive waiting, welcome and warm.

To witness this magic in calm disbelief, 
Is a treasure, a blessing to see.
The simple, whole truth is, from mountain to reef, 
All life here would cease without bees.

Copyright © Amanda Pence | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

the Rain

  The Rain tried to find its way into the very depth of the souls, sneering at the gloomy faces of people who were walking through water. Unexpectedly a sudden clear laugh of a boy who jumped into a puddle mocked all His aspirations. 

  With an increased force the Rain turned into a wall of water pushing the pedestrians into the open doors of the shops, blocking the traffic and confusing the air controllers at an airport nearby. 

  Seizing for a moment almost absolute power over the world, the Rain suddenly felt bored and first burst out into numerous crossing lines, then calmed down and throwing the last blast of wind with water drops at the running boy, He sighed in despair and having banged few open windows He disappeared, staying for a moment in thick eye-lashes of a girl who was adjusting her make up.

Copyright © Serge Belinsky | Year Posted 2015