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Details | Free verse |
We dream with eyes open
Manipulators of time and space

Masters of imaginary universes

Nothing is beyond our reach
Pen in hand
Heart allowed to flow free
Words the oxygen we breath

Philosophers of our day
Pointing the way
Wishing to be heard
Will others see beyond the words
To where the wisdom lay
We all have our roles to play

So yes we dream
With our open eyes
Hoping others realize
We don't wish to disguise 
Yet sometimes hearts lie

If you look underneath
The metophor
You will find a key to the hidden door
In the end
Thats all we are asking for

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Plea From A Dark Soul

 Weep not in the sun for me
 my wasted life spent in vain
 by death I did flee,
 all but my shadow dwelt in pain

 Utter not proud words for me
 years of drunken whoring feasts
 by death I did flee,
 feeling no love, set loose my beasts

 Deny not the fate I did earn
 in my own just Hell to endure
 by death I so return,
 leaving a black heart so impure

 Cry not over my burial urn
 my deeds harvested bitter fruits
 by death I so return,
 to languish in my dark roots!

 Robert J. Lindley 11-09-2014

 note: Written from a dream, rather a nightmare that I had recently. As the darkness closed in the  screams grew louder, the pain stronger and the heartaches
 shouted for more agony.. Singe this sinner's hide with pain
 that makes the angels cry..
 A voice speaks out, tis only the start , we have ages and ages to increase
 the torment and pain. 
 Time serves us this sweet delight , this lost soul now lives within our eternal night!

Quote for perspective-- 
 Poetry is a bowl of cereal and if you are nice you get to add milk and a spoon.
author,  Robert Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |
Tanka 3 children so carefree laugh while sand castles topple in the sea… shattered dreams may bring teardrops in maturity © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~7th Place~ Contest: Tanka 3: Return To Ten Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 03/27/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
  Fever dreams and rusted scissors. There’s only two ways to look at this night. I awake only to have a gritty taste of bone dust in my throat. A reminder of events past. Sweating plagues, rebuilding strength for the hunt that’s to come. I can barely open my eyes. Thoughts of old cloud my judgment. I shouldn’t think these things, but the thoughts commence infernally. My glands are swollen. I know there’s an infection within, Viral?? Mental? I’ve seen these nightmares up close and have fed deep into their madness. It’s autumn now and yet I long to sit in the garden. Bleed upon the stone, Lost in lucid trance. No more memories, no more hauntings. I must purge these inside weaknesses to start anew. Arise structured forms, sway and move at my command for I am creator. This sickness shall fall and wither as the leaves of change. Skin, fall, wither so the insects will consume. Light dwelling within must surface and speak.  I no longer fear change, I embrace it.     

  Spread my ashes in the bloom of nature’s glow, for Memories on wings of a hymn shall be rebirth. Give power to symbols and names.  The children swarm down the swamp’s end, Awaiting the movement.  Unsung, Blood fills our lungs as we go. The whispers from the dead keep me up at night. There’s fear outside your door. That the devil may bite. Reside in my garden and drink deep the waters of my insanity.    
Buried within one’s self is the creator of existence. A god inside an animal. Acknowledgments bring growth. Watch it flourish. 

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Came To Me In A Dream

Through the golden gates of hope and reprieve
race shadows of storm and restless agonies
Mere fleeting wisps that catch roving eyes
on platters of papers meant to deceive

Stories told of monsters, fools and all the like
melting into a cauldron of darkest spittle
Gouging the eyes with a pointy spike
and sending reprieve but only just a little

Where rests,dreams of gold and wanton lusts
among fallen pines and burnt ash trees
Deceptions taught and broken, shattered trusts
sailing chaotic and blind upon falsely stirred seas

All through such nightmares are stark realities of life
vapors of foul and poisonous clouds belching forth
Frozen beams that weigh the misery in agony and strife
against the harshest chills of blasts from the frozen North

Yet among the dead letters and long anguished cries
rest hearts and seeking minds staying on high alert
For true love and deeply moaned contented sighs
to counter the relentless pain of all the world's hurt.

Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2016 

Note-- Came to me in a dream and broke my lost path...
At least today, I found my pen again--be that for good or for bad...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Musings , Wishes and Life

The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom

The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call

The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow

The Forest lives to give beauty and art
wildlife and earthly souls stand far apart

The Sky singeth and the sweet earth reflects
Natures beauty opposite man's many defects

The Soul endures and stays the greatest test
that prove kindness and love serve us best

Robert J. Lindley, 06-26-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
When I Close My Eyes Baby

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

In night dreams baby, you are alive
your sweet touch drives me insane
In night dreams baby, you are alive
in those moments baby, I feel no pain!

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

R. J. Lindley,
March 23rd, 1979

Old Note- Deleted.....

New Note- 
In my life baby, you returned to hold onto me
In my life baby, you returned that I might see
In this life baby, I need not any more
In this life baby, we stand on paradise shores....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

each has their own prize
tucked away in a wish
deep in the inscrutable heart,
it rises from time to time
like a treasure only seen
by the eyes of innocents.

it rises up unbidden
to remind that there is more 
than a, nose to the grind stone life.
allotted to a new babe as it is born,
a grail fantasy is implanted, 
a carrot on a stick of sorts.

whilst we live, unaware for most
except, for the ants that 
occasionally attack our thoughts 
cause restless legs to strain at
the conformity accepted as life.
wanderlust without a goal.

daydreams that seem to have
no righteous home. 
all dismissed as silliness 
or insanity depending, 
on the strength of the call 
to leave the bonds of uniformity.

that golden seed we have from birth
is the poets goad, 
the musicians lost chord
a writers perfect tale.
it is not for fame and glory that we seek
but for our holy grail.

Copyright © PATRICIA CRESSWELL | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
A dreamt came at dawn
Tiny dragon spoke wisdom
Dog ingest its might.

Suddenly vomits
Everything swallowed goes out
Dragon turned piglets.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballade |
Midnight seas above the skies,
stars above our heads,
look at the stars an realize,
from one night in bed,
wings bloom out like butterflies.

One night, a flash of light,
it lasted so very long,
one glare at this sight,
reveals the sun bright an strong.

Last night fantasy,
dancing while the moon shines,
and by the end of time,
white flowers surrounds me,
with its scent smothering me completely.

come across that flash of light,
took me to a new world,
a dream blossoms wildly,
a world that only appears at midnight.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
I'm social,
filled with compassion,
sensitive to forms of pollution,
but creative who seeks out inspiration.

I am a mystery,
born with the blood of royalty,
recognized of high nobility, 
as wealth surrounds me with luxury,
A dreamer who dreams upon reality,
connecting with the world spiritually an physically.

I am a person who seeks the meaning of life,
the balance between its darkness an light,
I am a person who dreams of accomplishments,
I am someone who desires love an fulfillment,
I am someone you can reasoned with,
I am known as Ms. Violet.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Is the universe
God’s dream,
or is this a being
whose sole
imperative is
to comprehend itself—
susurrus reverberating
through spacetime’s
faint and gossamer web—
arrayed for us
as law and truth?
Will I ever know?
Will I understand,
if I do?

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.

Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?

Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.

Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
“Life is like a flame’s flicker in the window, the window of time. One moment the spark is there, and the next it’s gone."

When you look at a flame, what do you see?

     I see a flame. Not just any flame, a bright flame looking for more room to explore and to expand its life knowledge upon.
     I see a flame of self-confidence, and the will to believe in what you believe to be right. What is right isn’t always popular, but what’s popular isn’t necessarily right either.
     I see a flame of a true-hearted soul. A soul who not only lights up your world when your lost in the dark, and need a hand; but a soul who will hold your hand all the way to the end of the tunnel, and straight on til morning.
     I see a flame of born seeker. Someone who is seeking to know all there is in the world, but doesn’t have enough time to do so. Someone who is always on the lookout for something new to expand upon and never stops looking til all possibilities have been breached.
     Finally, I see a flame of life. The flame of life that gives birth to everyone, and everything; yet hold the ability to not only create, but to destroy as well. The flame that in one flick of the flames light, can bring people together, or break people apart. A flame that can help people understand, or make people discriminate for they don’t understand.
     As some wise person once said, ‘Man is not built for defeat. A man can be crushed and destroyed, but never defeated. Defeat is not a time to think about what you do not have, but a time to think of ways to do something with what you do have.’
     There are many different ways to look at a flame, and many different beliefs about it. But the flame is an ancient being, to which holds more knowledge than can ever be perceived by a mere mortal.
     Reach out to grab it by force, and it will burn you. Reach out to touch it with a gentle hand, and it will be absorbed into your very soul, and only ignite when is needed to provide the confidence to be yourself, and not let anyone tell you otherwise.
     It is all about how you choose to approach opportunity when it is burning in front of your eyes, waiting to find a new anchor to this world, that will let it burn for eternity and beyond.”
-	Gianna Hogen

Copyright © Gianna Hogen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |
A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Within this noonday sultry light
The comely springs in constant joy alarms
When streams and birds and fields unite
To cheer the day with loving charms.

Beside the creeks of fragrant flowers
Drooping on the mumuring winds of May
Gossamers winged in the sober hours
When larks had sang their last prayer.

There below the weeping tree
A thousand ants their troops deployed
To swiftly sieze that golden bee
When her tender wings destroyed.

So sad the day,yet so glad the light
Hanging on lustrous grass that glide
The lulling winds that takes to flight
On lapping waves expanding wide.

It brought the distant pollen grains
The tulips,the maples,the oaks,the birch
And sweet clovers from the island plains
On verdant pastures,to lightly perch.

How rich the sirens of marriage bells
Drawing back on the distant shores
Where anchored a ship vacant dwells
To greet the ocean as it roars.

These holy notes still lingers deep 
A sweet assault that grace me
And when the winds of night would creep
Its notes would drift me out to sea.

So clear the skies cloaked with night
That warmed up my eyes with beam
But swifly ends my fair delight
For this moment was just a dream.

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

I feel like writing some material

To see if it's for real

Desperation setting in

Knocking me out like at the beginning

Trespassing, on the intrusive messaging

Who am I fooling ?

If only my thoughts were elusive

Maybe then I wouldn't be so exclusive

Should not stop my verses,

Can't handle these curses

Like my passion for hot nurses

Who ain't got 10 purses

I breathe eventually and recap on my story,

From point A to point B

Yoyo-ing through the commotion

Of accepting that you know you may know nothing

Confusing? That's my thing

Who wants to over complicate?

Not me mate.

I've been talking for a while now

Like I took a vow

To keep up the beat

And make it hit it deep;

Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.

They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction

of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation

on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation

for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.

More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation

and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.

What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.

The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction

about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations

the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations

to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Escape into the realm of the curiously strange. 
The attentive oddities now relate and no longer estrange.
Phases of laughter riddle the night’s air ready to interchange.
The misplaced youth is greeted with a bizarre exchange.

An exotic like mirror is placed in a willing man's possession
It was once a door into a granted obsession
This uncanny event pushes him to a slow yet alert decision
An affectionate relief gives way to a granted vision

The parallel find gives way to a contemporary escape
Living in the dream world is his new mission to reshape
Nightmarish ghouls attack with a mighty force
The courageous warrior prepares to engage this dark horse

A mighty wind appears as a talking deep voice
"Use the mirror the entity will have to make a choice"
A clamor forces the darkness to see his own brutality
His lurid look into reality was the evil’s fatality

Copyright © nick alexander | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |
I hope there's a
Where critics can
give an ace
Where we can believe
the impossible
And discover the

Travel across the
And find the
nature's music
A mystical and
wonderful island
An island that can
be reach by your

Few people are
allowed to see
The mysterious
island where nature
is free
It might be miles
and miles away
But someday you will
see its way

You might not find
it here
Because it's hidden
in the walls of your
Break the stones of
And let no one see
you weak

Find your way to
that place
And you can solve
this maze
A labyrinth full of
And a reward that
will make you

Copyright © zsarrr inna | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Poem Title: 5 Minutes in my dream

My mind is a combination of many things
5 minutes in my mind you may see and understand many things
My mind beautifully made with no hands 
Many thoughts that make up a lot of my being
Intellectual rich
My heart is lyrical, it’s amazingly beautiful
Empowered with so many biblical things
A life of extraordinary things
5 minutes 300 seconds to see my inner being
An uncommon human being with high self esteem
Who believe in accomplishing dreams
Visualizing so many optimistic things
So special, so brilliant 
Talked about for many reasons
Can draw and write books about many things
5 minutes in my mind you’ll see how great is human 
Sharing artistic pieces of my dream
A vision I seen in many dreams
It was real like I already had what I seen
Passages come overflowing 
Like a bible with a narrator
The word is my generator
Divided into a measure of time
“5 Minutes in my mind”
A trip to a gate of music and painting’s
Crayons and Music displaying my abilities
“5 Minutes in my mind”
A picture of several colors abstract designed
Obscurely hidden from one to understand, but easy to see
5 minutes within my intellect
Is rendering the greatest pictures you’ll ever see
Completely transparent entirely
My mind obstructs every detail about me
“5 Minute’s in my mind is like running through a maze it may take many days to figure out”
Martellis Thurmand

Copyright © Martellis Thurmand | Year Posted 2015