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Details | Sonnet |

The Gift of Eros


The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail



















Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015


Details | Rhyme |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.

Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…

Copyright © Ruben Alejandro Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

I Wish I Was A Bird

I wish I was a bird. 
  I could see the world,  fly high above the mountains and the trees and the ocean and the seas.
  I wish I was a bird.
 Just sail the breeze with my wings so wide gliding to the earth with no worries on my mind.
  I wish I was a bird. Please take me out of the cage, let me fly and be free, to be me! not to be molded into you.
I wish I was a bird. 
You can hold me, but please be careful I am fragile and scare easily and fly away before I should.
 I wish I was a bird.
I am tired of being fragile and little,  over the years I have become wise like an owl quick like the Falcon and strong like an eagle, Now try to put me in that cage!.
I wish was a bird.
To be colorful and have everyone hear my voice as I sing beautiful songs I will overcome all the odds against me.
I wish I was a bird.


Written by Nathan Stanford

Copyright © Nathan Stanford | Year Posted 2014

Details | Heroic Couplets |

Keats Nightingale

Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.

Keats says that the nightingale exemplifies nature as active, 
As bestowing upon all human beings meaning, sense and worth, 
Since the bird’s song objectifies how nature truly is effective,
Fulfilled by happiness, and aimed at contentment and rebirth. 

Nature triggers in us thoughts and words to settle and allure, 
Offers us our language to dispel pain and find the cure, 
And Keats contends that poetry, the credibility of its form,
Epitomises what nature proffers, a receptacle rather warm. 

When you feel awkwardly suicidal with nowhere else to turn, 
Nature lullabies you into your own sense, one you can rip and burn;
No controlled access freeways, no road signs for your safety, 
Only soft, quiet communication that's never guilty of brevity. 

Just as nature is beautiful, so Keats claims people as beautiful too,
As he uses the word beauty right in the middle of his nature exposé;
He referred to flora, the moon, the stars, the forest and what seems true,
Tnat song of the nightingale that's for anyone, as this bird is not choosey.

He suggests that light or positivity in nature means movement,
That the soft breeze dispels the gloom and mossy pavement; 
Quantum physics does reduce matter back down to interactive particles, 
In which kinetic energy can be mistaken for minuscule, motionless articles.

His mentor is the nightingale as part of nature’s whole,
No minister or clergyman to advise him on his soul,
Stillness and bird song scent his poisoned air surrounding,
And it is all but for the silence of that beauteous music, astounding.

Nature does not irritate him when he surmises and introspects, 
But upholds itself in majestic grandeur with unquestionable prospects; 
It speaks about life, your life, your daily happenings and exotic dreams,
And forever exists for us when sense is just not within our means. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

''Little bird, what troubles thee''

Little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the worm of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds His tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
      is it the bane of misery

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Questionku |

The Window Pains Questionku

Crossing the room
at breakjng heart's beat
Who's banging at my pains

Blue notes and rains
crash my window panes
Is it why bluebirds cry

Copyright © Voahanitriniaina Rabary-Andriamanday | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

pakshi

main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar 
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me

Copyright © SANGITA CHOUDHARY | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Unlucky Me

While gazing at the sky
A gnat flew in my eye
Causing me to wince in pain

Using the faucet spout
I tried to flush it out
So I could see clear again

When the gnat was dislodged
It came out very smudged
Like a soggy wet wheat grain


When next I watched the sky
A bird pooped in my eye
So I had to flush again

I must be unlucky
For what happened to me
Because it had me in pain

So when birds are on high
And there are gnats nearby
Caution I have to maintain

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly

The weight of the world is on me and I want to hide
Hover in love and feel peace when I glide
I’m so low I cant even see the bottom floor
I need your help to get out so I can soar

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

Let me rise above the clouds so I can leave the hate
Please help me to climb before it’s to late
I won’t look back on the sorrow that’s always there
I’ll enjoy the peaceful view it simply doesn’t compare

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

If you need me I can dive down and carry you away
So you can leave your misery behind for another day
Forget your troubles be free and have some fun
Dry your eyes and heal your soul with the rays of the sun

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok


Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

THIS CALMING SEA

THIS CALMING SEA

I sit here in the darkness at a window
that mirrors my wild mane, unruly me
Imagine how in time this house will grow
around me, a Rapunzel, you will see

My hair in braids grow down a castle vast
The nurses turned to wicked witches, wild
If you don't save me, I will never last
A lonely, lost, love seeking smallish child

Their screams are in my head, such ugly sound
Of capture, castigating, lashing words
My hands, over my ears, have never found
Relief from them, I wish I were a bird

To fly away, and leave my legs behind
To have my arms be wings to carry me
(To where no harm or evil ever find)
Eternally over this calming sea

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Brilliance Of The Ending Day

Let's sit under the tall, satured elm after the long-gone storm;
its branches, unwavering and steaming, are awfully warm.
They stretch their drooping arms to brush off the remaining hues,
those of a placid sunset turned apple-red.
Hear me warbling along with the shivering mockingbird,
too lonely and in somber mood. He relies on his brain,  
absorbing the faint heat...before he dies of his amorous evening blues,
I should comfort him and soothe his inconsolable pain.
And watching him, I recall the state I was in, miserable and frail...
until I realized that I was missing: a hand to touch me and restore my will.

I have brought a basket of Californian sun-ripened fruits,
tempting and lively; look inside, cast your gleeful glance on it.
Be that eagle with quick claws when his empty guts emit growls; 
pick the ones your palate craves or those with attracting colors.
My pick is that of a yellow apple like your golden hair slightly wet,
it reminds this lover of the delirious laughter chasing another sunset.
Let's behold the brilliance of the ending day which refuses to subdue;
only the sadness concealed in the depths of our souls holds the clue. 


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Demise of the Frail and Assail of the Skies

The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”

 

The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down her guards,

Unaware of what is next.

 

An hour passed,

But still the wind didn’t stop,

Now the pace became fast,

Now the wind gone, in place was the storm.

 

Unable to stand against it,

The bird felt helpless.

The emergence of automatic persuasion,

Left the bird in stress.

 

Her home is not the ground,

She lives in the sky,

Feeling gloomy and bound,

She doesn’t even try to fly.

 

She stays where she was,

And starts envying the wind,

The kind of power he has,

That brought down even the born free.

Flying is what she loves,

And the feeling of spreading the wings,

Something that cannot be expressed in words,

The beauty can only be felt within,

But when the storm persists on blowing,

The persuasion reminded the bird of a cage.

The feeling of being trapped,

Even turned down the sage,

Within the bird and now a panic engulfed,

Because everything was happening against her will,

And the storm and his manic laugh,

Harassing and shrill,

Dominating over the world with his power.

 

 Now there is water added,

Pouring everywhere from the sky,

So hard that the vision blurry and fade,

The bird now wants to hide.

And so she trusts the woods,

Under the leaves she takes shelter,

Hoping the safe place could,

Understand and help the helpless her.

But today even the trees are of no help,

The rain is too heavy,

No matter where she hides,

Towards her somehow it will glide.

 

A day passed but still the storm wasn’t satisfied,

He kept on blowing,

Kept dominating the little with pride,

But the bird was now over sorrowing,

So, she decided to challenge the flowing.

 

And it seemed like years had passed,

Since the bird took a flight,

Into the blue and those effects that lasted,

Of serenity, luxury and rights.

 

Now the tolerance was coming to an end,

Her loud chirping of frustration speaks,

And so she comes out of the safe place and,

Into the grey she leaps.

 

It’s like, she dares the storm,

Even though she knows it’s futile,

The proud in him confirms,

That the end could be brutal.

But the little now doesn’t care,

She just wants to fly.

 

The storm does see the bird’s hindrance,

But would not understand the heart,

He will do what he wants,

That is what he is doing from the start.

He will choose when to come,

His wish no one can predict,

When his fun will become,

A thing getting vapid,

He’ll spare the imploring planet.

 

 

The rain can be the reason of someone’s laughter,

It can also make one morose.

The torrent of pouring water,

Is also something he does.

If his will says,

It’ll be a shower of delight.

If he wants it to be the other way,

It can become an element of fright.

 

Now after going a mile,

The bird is in terror,

Still the storm being hostile,

And the bird being the bearer.

 

Though she is tired,

But hasn’t lost all hopes,

And so with eyes like angel she desired,

The thoughts of good and optimism.

But when she looked up with faith,

And saw the grey sky,

She fatigue and her pale breath,

But still she flies.

 

“Stubborn she is no less”,

Thinks the storm, and now he the outrageous,

Losing his charge on the rage,

The sky shines a red that’s vicious.

Then from somewhere a lightning bolt,

Suddenly strikes before the bird,

While she runs from the jolt,

Several others in her surround appeared.

She moves carefully,

But the storm is furious,

And he would not stop,

Until he becomes victorious.

 

Then a surprising tremor ripples,

Through her and little’s every part stops,

Down the bird with rush tumbles,

With eyes full of teardrops,

And her vision turns grey,

But did she lose the fray?

 

As the bird, hit the soil,

She remembered a life,

A life that never once gave her the turmoil,

But always love in rife.

Also a light that the bird saw,

When she first opened her eyes,

Now got vacuumed,

Leaving behind the blackness of demise.

 

The storm witnessed the whole saga,

But still he won’t remorse,

A beautiful little lay dead down,

Sometime else, again a creature would morose,

Because the nefarious never bows.

Copyright © Tuisha Sircar | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Set a Drift a Snow Bliss

SET A DRIFT                                                                                                                                        
                                                             By: Kitty Jones  
                                                              11-19-13
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
An extreme love so painful, yet beautiful to be found.
Torn and broken I’m masterfully slain
my heart and emotions are in sensuous pain.
The touch of your hand upon my cheek burns me to my soul
Holding me with a master’s touch, your heart is never cold.
Painfully beautiful setting a bliss.
I’m lost in array within your kiss.
Kissing me with the tips of your lips and having your way with me
Turning me lose letting me go but never setting me free.
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
Searching for the pieces you’ve scattered all around 
Shattered moments of ecstasy lost and gone forever
Never knowing where they went or if they’ll come back ever.
Leaving me here to die on my own every time you escape
Is it lust that brought us together or was it really fate.
I love your washboard stomach and your sweet masculine thighs.
I am looking at your body but I’m totally lost in your eyes
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.
My memory bliss is telling me I’ll never be your wife
Although it’s very painful I want to be part of your life.
My memory bliss of touching you is driving me insane.
My memory bliss of kissing you while dancing in the rain
In my heart I know there’s someone else that you are holding near.
For when you wrap your arms around me I can tell you have some fear 
My body thrives to be with you, it throbs at just your scent.
Knowing I can never keep you the pain grows beyond intense.
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.
Set adrift a snow bliss inhaling you like a do
I wonder if that’s how she felt the day you said “I do”.
The moments together we’ve shared in life 
I wonder have you done the same with your wife ?
There doesn’t seem to be enough time to diminish my pain for you.  
It’s a miracle I’ve survived the loved you’ve put me through  
Set adrift a snow bliss wounded and laying on the ground
I’m searching for all the pieces that you’ve scattered all around.

Copyright © kitty jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Collage - 3

ephemeral fog
night as cold as witches' breath
lone crow squawks goodnight
(settles on tree branch)

a candle flickers
starlight glows behind thin clouds
city goes to sleep
(earth curdles in mist)

sky sullen and gray
salt tears my crystallized thoughts
bird pecks at my pain
(rain pellets  my dreams)

Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

CAUGHT NAPPING

CAUGHT NAPPING

Cocky 
bluffing like the covered duck

Tripping
boasting 50 years sojourn ahead of tomorrow 

Stuffing
filching away our future in a "Ghana Must Go"

Sniffing
snuffing life out of the halves not

Smiling
suffering in the midst of plenteous

Praying
screaming to God in a pinnacle for miracle 

Thinking
scheming to uncover the protruding umbrella 

Dropping
raining fuel scarcity in fuel city

Wailing  
knocking hope for an end to Boko Haram

Willing 
making our votes count with a loud voice 

Drinking
making mockery of the change ingredients

Napping 
snoring while the people's eyes remained ajar 

Fluffy
Cutting the wings of 16 years umbrella 
 
Aging
caging no more the sage of change
 
AST 3.42am
@Home on June  12, 2015
Conceptualized for the recent wave of change in 2015 Nigeria Political firmament. 

Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Hawk

The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.

Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
Six o'clock.
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.

Sad, isn't it?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Love Caged

She sang with love
She flew with glee...
A bounce in her wings from tree to tree.

He stood there and watched her in awe,
A creature so beautiful and so free!

The shiny colorful wings so bright,
watching her glide in the air brought him sheer delight.

Growing fond of him every day,
Perched on his shoulder, 
to his house she happily went away.

Now the criss cross gold grills her sky...
He got the best of things for her he could buy.

And with her enthralling songs she sang him to sleep
But when the night fell she couldn't help but weep.

He showed her off to his friends and kin,
The colorful little bird who sings for him.

Looking at her in awe they wondered how,
A creature of the sky is acting in accordance to his whim...

"Doesn't she long for the sky? 
To stretch her wings and fly away?"
So, on a mournful summer day her feathers were trimmed to her dismay!

Days sped past and nights went by,
The lonely creature pined for an open sky.

Her feathers lost their sheen and voice grew shrill,
She loved him yet
But lived with him not at will.

When she had had her wings,
for her freedom she never even tried her wings to flap,
for his love was nothing but a trap.

And now when she longs to escape from his hut;
She can't do much as her wings have been cut!

Summers turn into autumn as the clock ticks by,
He stands by her cage letting out a remorseful sigh.

All she really loved was to sing and fly;
But he has cut her feathers and left her to die!

Copyright © Varsha Tomar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

The hour between night and day

You are here.
in the tree outside
my window.
in twilight silver leaves, 
the silent red hawk 
hungry, waiting
for the mouse, just now hidden
in the brush.
You are here
in the amber light
of sunset
in the tender hour
between day and night
patient, waiting
as the mouse lifts its grey head
unsuspecting.
You are here,
in moonlit shadow,
a memory
of talons and beak
fierce love and sorrow
hungry, waiting

Copyright © Kate sparks | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Vow of Silence

Vow of Silence; Well the dawn draws nigh in the pale blue sky and the birds outside in song; as I close my eyes and droop my head and wonder what went wrong; till the sun sits high in some grey-white sky outside kids laugh and play; but I don't get far before she returns and I wonder what to say; but the silence lingers till the day-light dwindles and the dusk stalks gently on; now the streets are quiet and she was right, right, right all along; But it's night time now and I kept my vow and the birds have quit their song; and I wonder, I wonder if before I die, if I'll ever sing along.

Copyright © Paul Allen | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

recording

Die, and the chirping of the bird.
I while being surrounded by the birds 
on the edge of a cliff 
on the island of the hippocampus, 
was a recording of the 100 hours of radio drama.

Copyright © zenn zenn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dodoitsu |

Nip in the air

Winter sets in all around
Sun is soft and birds joyous 
Your silky soft songs in air
In a cool prayer

An illusion of soft peace
Enveloping pains and wounds
No sign of vandal or hoon
Moon in the prayer

You come so beautifully
In my green leaves and pink buds
They seek blue sounds in the blood 
Sun melting in air

The nip in the air is nice 
Warm words are born of your love
Like the black and white poems
Inside wings of doves
________________________________________
8/11/2016



Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Peek In

Sailboats fill the blue as the sun
dips into a chartreuse night
I watch the seabirds guide
them home

On the grass strewn with yesterdays news
I carry my weight along with the pain
disrupting lucid thoughts of me
will this ever be through

Peek in
from under your parasail of perfection
claiming the pains only in my head
as I'm shivering on this concrete bed

Find me again where
broken homes and dreams
stuff a cardboard box
former friends scatter

But it doesn't matter now
like it mattered then
soft eyes greeting
sunrise wishes on first rays

Oh peek back in
a place you still belong
seabirds with floating feathers
scared scarred forever tired




Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic monologue |

A Story Of An Insignificant Mother

A story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

When sledgehammered, pickaxed
Excavated, craned and the progress of
The ceaseless destruction of
Demolished construction railed.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

With wings flapped and heart ached, the dove
An emblem of peace hovered for some tranquility for itself, 
As the stuccoes tore to rain
With rusted flatirons and hanging windowpanes.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

Her silent shrieks and mum squeals
With chaos within and mayhem sealed, 
As the bricks crumpled down
And built heaps on heaths.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

Then some final cavalcades, 
And encroaching gust
Of wrecking ball reconvened
And collapsing of the structure prevailed.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

Thrust onto the ground, 
Smashed and crushed
Her nest that was on the old windowpane
With two little hatchlings dead and broken.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

Soaked and smeared was the sod
With trivial bloodstains, 
As a merely existing mother
Lost her kids to developments.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.

As the smokes of ruination came to rest
With dust of mourns settling on her crest, 
Flew she away with unseen tears on facade
To an unknown destination of maybe another catastrophic shade.

So is a story
Of an insignificant mother trailed.


From: India
Copyright ©: 31 July,2016

Copyright © NAYANIKA DEY | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

The Nightingale



By the twilight of the uncaring moon, the
Nightingale warbles a haunting tune,
as I stare blankly at the merciless moon
hoping to death that it's grip takes me soon.
And as all that I wrought lies in ungodly ruin,
the Nightingale warbles a tune.

Copyright © Paul Allen | Year Posted 2015