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Bye Yesterday, Hello Today

Bring a cup and fetch my Tears, Because tomorrow has been for Years. Life challenges, my favorite Seat, As my fear dances to my Heartbeat. Day and night, I don't Care, As poverty, the cloth i Wear. Happiness travels in Dreams, Yet with hope,possible it Seems. Drunk, a way to Forget. Yet once awake, it's time to Regret. Questions, i ask Myself, Even though no answers on my Shelve. Here i am slowly Sinking, In that ocean called Thinking. As a new day keeps Wishing, Maybe Faith is what's Missing. After all is said and Done Like the rise of a new Sun, The hope for a better Tomorrow, Is the path i have chosen to Follow.

Copyright © Philips Aje | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

What is Life

What is Life
Life is a gift, with many ups and downs,
Its mysteries and wonders keeps’ us spellbound; 
It takes us on adventures, that were not planned,
It has twists and turns, that we’ll never understand;

Life never stops, no matter the time or season,
Its existence is evolutionary, like the “Garden of Eden.”
It is a story book, pages full of complexities,
It baffles our minds, and exposes our insecurities

What is life? It’s beauty, change, imagination, too,
An everlasting rollercoaster ride, experienced by me and you!

Written: © 9/8/15

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

What is life

What is life?
Life is just eating, sleeping and making sex
to show your identity
that, you  have strength enough
to produce kid, to earn your bread and butter
to nurture your child
And to prove the society
that, you have not added any extra burden 
etc, etc, etc........
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no......................

Then, tell me "What is life ?"

Life is playing cricket, playing tennis, playing football
and playing other popular games
to show your talent
in front of the people 
that, you have strength enough
to make record after record
to create a space in the hearts of people
to generate crores of fan
to reach new heights
to earn million and trillion dollars
etc, etc, etc.........................
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no.......................

Then, tell me :"What is life ?"

Life is doing politics
defeating opposition and capturing power
enhancing growth and accelerating development
and to show your strength
in front of the people
that, you have muscle
to do anything you want
by creating turbulence to execute your need
by killing democracy to capture chair
by mudslinging to cover up your weakness
by blaming rivals to increase pressure on them
etc, etc, etc...................................
Am I right ?
No, no,no,no................................

Then tell me "What is life ?"

You may be a player,may be a politician, may be an actor
whatever you may be
first of all you are a human being
you should have,
a prudent brain, to read the face of innocent
a broad heart, to house billion hearts within you
two strong arms, to extend support to the needy
you may not have any penny
but, If you will have a sacred soul
to feed a poor by saving a single bread  from you
time will definitely come
whole world will salute you.
Am I right ?
Then, tell me "Is it life"


Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016

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Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black Death Among The Shadows Does Gaily Roam

Black death among the shadows did roam
deep in solitude its power reigns.
Nowhere and everywhere it calls sweet home
and always its appearance brings pains.

Through fords, over mountains into gentle seas
fate sends its messenger in a black shroud.
Never to be stopped by the many crying pleas
or women moaning and wailing out loud.

Its only victorious foe, the light of eternal life
where our Redeemer's truth and divine love grows.
Delivering us from depths of misery and strife,
brought by suffering from fear of death's throes.

Black death among the shadows does gaily roam
Yet tis forever forbidden in God's sweet home.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-21-2016

My thanks goes to these three great poets for the inspiration
to write this sonnet this morn-- Peter Duggan, Lin Lane and Seeker..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Flowers are like people
when one withers, another blooms

Copyright © Antonio Ball | Year Posted 2015

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Such A Beautiful Life

Such a beautiful life

It’s a beautiful day
As the sun shines so bright
It’s a wonderful morning
Fills me with delight
I ain’t got no money
I’m not very smart
But I live with beauty
 That touches my heart.

I ain’t got no friends
That don’t bother me
Cause I live a sweet life
So, loose and so free
I’ll never be lonely
For I have all this
And the love deep within me
It gives me such bliss

I get up in the morning
And see the sunrise
Practice meditation
 That makes my heart wise
As I say to myself
It’s a beautiful day
It’s my joy to be living
As I live for each day

I don’t live for my country
No religion have I
Yet I find me in heaven
And I tell you why
It’s a beautiful day
As the sun shines so bright
And the whole of life’s beauty
Gives me such delight

Copyright © Lazy dog Smith | Year Posted 2016

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I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Even tho you still live on
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
But some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2014

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Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are open-handedly bestowed
our appetites are whetted—seldom slowed
contentment remains an elusive pleasure
stubbornly we pursue all earthly treasure

our fun-filled ,self-styled life—insane
wearily penetrating absurdities of life—inane
negating souls try unearth significance –require
eternal cravings provide--solitary meaningful desire

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Do not worry about tomorrow

No man has the authority to undo 
the past or control the future. And 
know that yesterday’s burden is but 
today’s lesson and Tomorrow is just 
a dream of hope.Therefore, let not 
your spirit be anxious by what’s been 
done and by a day that does not yet 
exist. Consider the creatures that soar
through the sky and creep upon the  
earth, they do not let the bitterness of 
days gone by and fear of what’s to come 
drive them insane for they know to live 
one day at a time. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2016

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The trap of materialism

So you want more nice things!
Will your life have more meaning?
When you have more stuff, is it ever enough?

Don't you know that there's more,
to life, than keeping score,
of who has more things,
what joy does that bring?

Our days are numbered,
don't just fill them with slumber.
And just having fun,
doesn't mean that you've won.

Your life should have meaning,
a purpose in being.
Doing all these things is,
like trying to catch the wind.


Wind catchers don't know
which way to go.
Wind catchers don't find,
true peace of mind.
Wind catchers can't see,
the truth that sets them free.
Wind catchers climb ladders,
but, does their life matter?
Wind catchers die with more,
but, who's keeping score?

A simple life is the best!

John Derek Hamilton   Feb 2, 2013 revised November 18, 2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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Complete Cookie

Who would of thought, A Cookie would make us Complete
From the moment we met, We were glad to meet
Vegan inspired, You'd thought it be Yucky!
Therefore I shared, And you were so lucky 

Satisfied taste buds, Along with good Conversation 
Over a Year later, Off an exit you should've never taken
Soft Kisses and touches, Feeding our imaginations
A feeling much deeper, two hearts making a connection

If I am your Cookie, Then what are you to me 
My Blue furry Monster, From Sesame Street

The Cookie to your Monster ; )

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

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May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train. 

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow. 

May life be all.... 

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied. 

May life be all... 

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide. 

May life be all... 

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Sound of Colors

I woke up to the sound of colors
from a misty dream 

heard the blue bells ringing
and a trombone playing the cream

a pink rhapsody kissed my lips 
as the sun climbed into our bed

whispering a love song 
in yellow, orange, and red.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monoku | |


MY ONE LINERS WILL is to STRIKE T S U N A M I Jazzy flamboyant boogie wave climax, a disaster show. D E C E P T I O N Sugar-apple are the smiles yet to her eyes, I see lemons. D I R T Y D A N C I N G Dauntless dazzling dainty dolls dirtily dancing disfigures dignity. S U C C E S S I bit the metals but I didn't break, only I became marshmallows after. B A T T L E of the S E X E S Hundred men can build a bridge yet with one woman there's a home. _________________________________________________________________ 9:57 PM; December 17, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

what is wrong with humanity

We yearn to possess but 
forget to appreciate ; just 
like oil and water we’re 
incapable of uniting to 
become one element. Our 
destructive entity has kept 
us estranged and incompetent
to work off each other. We are 
all struggling in the grip of love.
Remember the internal and external
worlds are mirrors. Let us form the 
inner world out of love and kindness  
as it will influence the perception of 
the outer world.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Rat Era

Are not rat and mice of the same kind? 
and is there one amongst us free of sin? 
In a world of industrial enslavement 
what are we but a pest to the earth Like 
rats that crawl it’s pavement. Lost in the
chase,an eternal curse of the human race
Even the heavenly and earthly creatures 
have a place to rest their head but men 
like the tide of the sea disappears in sight.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

Behind the Mask

Behind The Mask

Behind the mask is a face of grace,
Enhanced by the lines, of life’s rat race!
A thing of beauty with a story untold,
Eyes send a message that soothes the soul!

Behind the mask hidden from reality,
Is an unconscious mind, full of mystery!
Brain waves quivering with every heartbeat,
Still clinging to life, not accepting defeat!

Behind the mask is a smile of relief,
As a mist fills the room with disbelief!
Lips whispering words softly in ones ear,
To let them know there’s nothing to fear!

Behind the mask is a heart of gold,
Living on forever in an angelic soul!

Written 10/30/15

Submitted for: CONTEST NO 224 any form-theme max of 16 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bran Strand 

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

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You Can Say I'm A Dreamer

Hate when they say, "don't get your hopes up, baby,"
'Cause it only means you never once tried to believe
In something bigger than your little selves
That you leave sitting on the shelves.
I on the other hand, know very well,
I can overcome every obstacle;
Can raise myself as high as I put my hopes up.
'Cause how can dreams be dreams,
If they're never meant to make me see
There's so much more to life, than it seems.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Fate or choice which controls your life

Fate or choice which controls your life?

So you believe in fate do you?

Is that your fate or 

do you choose to believe it?

Are you destined to believe in destiny?

So then, 

if fate predetermines

everything we do, and the result,

then really ...

there is no such thing as free will...

yet we know... 

we were created with free will

how do we know?

try training a child to obey

is it easy 

or do they 

have their own will?

ok ok... so

do you wear a seat belt?


because statistics prove

that wearing seat belts 

saves lives!

So if someone chooses (note the choice of wording)

to ignore the law

and does not 

wear a seat belt 

and is killed

was it fate?

or just a bad choice?

When you are sick 

do you go to the doctor?


Because your chances 

of getting better are higher 


you seek medical treatment.

So if someone has a cold 

and it worsens

and it becomes pneumonia 

and he chooses (note the choice of wording)

not to seek treatment

and dies...

is it fate? 

or bad choices?

In a time of war 

is it safer on the front lines 

or in your comfortable home?

Yet, it is said that a soldier died

because it was his time, his fate,


Was it destiny 

or was it 

a consequence 

of his choice?

So do you believe in fate?

Is it your fate?

Or is it your choice?

If you choose to believe 

that your future 

is in fates hands

then fate requires you to

not wear a seat belt

not to seek medical attention

and to sign up

for the front lines 

of the next war

because it 

doesn't matter anyway

you're in fates hands


Or do you have a choice?

John Derek Hamilton
April 27, 2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Diamante | |

Life and death


                                              Life and death

                                            Beautiful, Joyous
                                  Changing, challenging, fulfilling
                        Amazing experiences, until the enemy comes
                                 Depressing, distressing, ending
                                            Sorrowful, finality

October 20,2016
For Diamante contest
Janis Thompson

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Summer Celebration

Sweet sounds drifting through the air, 
causing happiness everywhere.
Flowers bloom and sunshine shows, 
all happiness seems to glow.
Adults and children join and gather,
the air is filled with joyful chatter.
Birds are chirping and skies are blue,
everything is perfect, good as new.
Picnics on the fresh, green grass,
everyone toasts with a glass.
Songs and dances through the night, 
everything seems to be just right.
Cheers to you and cheers to me,
we're all a big happy family.

Copyright © Mackenzie K. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification | |

The Bucket full of water

A wise man once said, 
A bucket full of water goes a long way
You need it and yet it is the exact burden of its weight 
that will drag you down
So tell me, how do you carry that amount of water
 without that bucket?
Leaving it behind will kill you either way
But the bucket full of water will last you longer
Water is essential after all 
For a days journey or two 
And that is why the bucket full of water goes a long way

Copyright © Esther MacCarthy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse | |

Peace in life

Peace in life

Blanketing life with mixing others
Search of freedom and joy of peace
Feels me a golden jail, 
Rather, taking fresh breath 
In the morning mild race would be fine 
In grass crushing by feet 

Maximum peace! I ever raised in heart
Was title given by smiles of others
I puzzle sometimes do they bear peace! Actually
So! freely to allocate me and others

Many unwanted kisses
In chick and neck by as if glutton piece
And hinges of boredom and chain of others
A classify of a moral tie only should be
In real life how there is peace!

So to say, grown up in such boundary 
A matter of hardship to breathe free
Peace in life is then a matter of distant for me
Without digging, deeply, for nectar within heart

A vastness of purity, filtering through, inside for peace
Needs, grave deep involvement, and sink to find point,
where it is.
A case of research for person to person, differently 
If one can find actual peace in life, Believe
Why all are in sorrows and still in confusions!
So,future is certain for them, only
Who digs path, in present, to see bright future

I will buy it investing millions, and will motivate others for it
I  like, welcome persons enjoy and invest in benefit
Then peace in life and bliss in life will be search of equipment
All will live long gladly, happily and will rest heavenly


Actual peace and bliss are not free as human remain searching
I think so, this is, this is
But to me and to them too 
Who researched and identified with clarity
Follow them, that destination who perceived with honesty
Who they are! then a matter of question
To find and follow will be
Please search and research again and again 
It is available in market easily
Perceive right shop and owner who could supply you
A piece of peace, a life piece for happiness and bliss.

Future is uncertain to them who says and lies lazily
See them who bought stars from the sky 
In the market available everywhere 
The beauty of future is only to them 
Glitters and flashy fame are not real fame.

Real future is your present time 
How you utilize as ants' retinue.   



Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

The tree of life

The tree of life links all mankind 
in routes of genes. It began as a 
seed sown and grew into branches 
rich with offspring of every kind but 
the bitterness of the world has trembled 
its core causing some leaves to fall and 
vanish in the void while others ponder on
fate and wander on the origin of their traits.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse | |


The Sum Of life:

Between the earth and the sunset is a Grey matter, between your scull and your brain is a Grey matter, at times I feel like gray matter;Everyone speaks and recognizes...OZONE, or the black hole, they speak of space, time and dimension.... 

But me, Grey matter I am the most important matter, the substance that form-fills,conforms to any space it occupies. I am always with you in may ways I am omnipresent. 

Who knows why I continue to shield you. Sometimes I am mucus or gel like, I am despised on sight, I am gray matter...I cause beauty to happen though. 

I am not beautiful. Unless you train your eyes to see things differently,see with an all seeing eye. You see my insides. 

Did you know there's no life without me for I am the" embryonic sac". I may even be God;The deliverer.

 I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose at me, shun,and ignore me; Slime I am. Life giving, life saving, Grey Matter. Human beings you are full of me like it or not.

 I may even be the God in you. There's nothing wrong with grey, Gray Matter saves "hallelujah". Gray matter, I want to thank you right now, I praise you right now I never recognized you but know my 3rd eye is open right now.
 Thank you Grey Matter for your slime producing snails, research revealing cures in the Grey Matter of their slime, worthy is thy gel... "hallelujah" Gray Matter... Gray Matter: 

The only matter that matters. The fact of the matter is without you there would be no matter. 
The only matter that matters is Gray Matter, no matter what's' the matter, for any matter, no matter what. 

I will always remember what, matter, matters.  
Blood is red, and we see it occasionally,some even worship it; It is good to see blood every now and then because we know it sustains. 

Like the sunsets on the seashore,The unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray, the greatness of grayness is performing.                   

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016

Details | Heroic Couplets | |


You have soul if you know right and wrong, 
You have soul if with others you get along, 
You have soul if you talk like you mean it, 
You have soul if you say it but also do it. 

You have soul if you know the way ahead, 
But you still have soul if you can be lead, 
You have soul if you remember the dead, 
And afterwards smile, to leave your spread. 

You have soul if you admit to your intelligence, 
In the midst of a gang of rogues, deliverance, 
You have soul if you love only when you can, 
To give your lover a fair ride, not for the pan.

You have soul if you give enough to satisfy, 
And try to understand others so as to ramify, 
You have soul if you ache for political freedom, 
When you decide to shout for a victim’s reason. 

You have soul if you pick society over religion, 
Choosing the more liberal ways of tight fashion, 
You have soul if you check yourself for morality, 
And let your older figure with you the modality. 

You have soul if you see your poetry burn, vetoed, 
But nonetheless you write again to flow, it’s radioed,   
You have soul if you readdress your truth values, 
In later life, and find a happiness that for you argues.

You have soul if you’ve considered the questions, 
Found in life about belief, dignity and obtrusions, 
You have soul if you complement your many friends, 
And love as you can to cause enjoyment and ends.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |


Swimming revolutions,
Walking in the right lane,
Cultural institutions,
Every second's the same.

Our destinies intertwine,
Though our paths differ,
While we are not caught on a fishing line,
We are all cycled through the same filter.

The steady monotony,
Of wake, swim, eat, sleep,
Echoes quite similarly,
To our habitat of mindless routine and day dreams.

We all dream of adventure yet squander our independence,
To you, tank or sea water have no difference,
You are all served the same universal dish,
Yet you always seem content in your glass container,
While we brood in our confinement constantly searching for a departure,
That is why at aquariums,
I find the people as fascinating as the fish.

Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sower

Be the sower of time 
Strive without end 
For the seeds that fall
Amongst stony ground 
bend only to be crushed 
by the world.They’re shallow 
and wither when the sun’s
heats are on life. Those that
are scattered unto thorns 
have no land for their roots 
to grow but those that are 
cast into good soil mend and
harvest abundant fruits. Let 
us not be delivered unto 
trampled path to be sedate 
by earthly traditions till we’re
drawn to perdition.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Romanticism | |

Tracking life

Is there a purpose to this world,
Forged by a man and led by his soul,
Something pure to make us whole,
Guided by heart and reasons beyond?

Or is this all just a god's game,
In his garden are we cornered to play,
Too narrow minded to be self-aware
To the extent of finding our own way?

Years wondering we may spend
Hoping to find that one way
We'd feel right following to the grave
Unregretful and peaceful on our final day.

A treacherous quest, mildly to say
As what we find may cause us dismay
Since not all paths seem light in advance
Some require our sincere faith.

Copyright © Davor Miljkovic | Year Posted 2016