Collaboration Poems - Poems about Collaboration

This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music. please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form. I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems Nothing seems to...

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DEBJANI MITRA Free verse MIDNIGHT CHIMES (COLLABORATION WITH DEBJANI MITRA) This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY Midnight chimes unveil in cascade, glances of your shimmering face engulfing me in a transient dream... As if you never went away! As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone! As...

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Lyrics By Eileen Manassian Music provided by JT Curtis I write of love, the kind that never dies That gleams with beauty in a lover's eyes I write of love, the kind that conquers death That while it lives, it perfumes every breath I write of love that grants its loved one peace That opens passion's gate in sweet release I write of...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead Transformed rapture to quicksilver the instant Cupid fled A moment held, made static, tender touch met with distress For seeded in her veins, lies a stem of the wilderness Pursuit stalled...

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Hello, my most esteemed poets, I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirrors within the Arena.". The JUDGES have now been selected: 1. Lin Lane 2. Ink Empress 3. Duke Beaufort 4. Vanya Evangeline 5. Anne Winter 6. Hiya...

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Gossamer wings display angelic quality Empyrean dragonflies surround her with ethereal ambiance and with trailblazing elan a bardess takes flight, stirring our muses to greater heights Poetic princess with a golden pen her true beauty lies deep within she's an empress of empathy compassionate toward all equinox moon goddess glowing white bright, bleeding ink ...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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Jasmine is a little heavenly creature It has got a softness in the hand, That charms at any cost Those little beautiful white angles, In the little white flowers, A cuddling architecture. And then as you put it on And expect an white angel… Cuddling! And long legged, You sense that dark wood, That comes from the depths of earth. As of petrichor, Trunks, In the depths of the...

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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort The youthful memories I have did grate Upon my innermost self and I'd cry For my depressed spirit which longed to die And halt life tainted with anger and hate Yet now in a manic marvelous state Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high My heart's core renewed, can soar to the sky How this came to be, I’ll try...

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The youthful memories I have did grate Upon my innermost self and I’d cry For my depressed spirit which longed to die And halt life tainted with anger and hate Yet now in a manic marvelous state Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high My heart’s core renewed can soar to the sky How this came to be I’ll try to relate I trapped thorny...

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'As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew   anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue   Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue  flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true' ~ Mystic...

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Enduring in the gullibility of your vacuous domain Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains, and vain vows cast in silver lined threads were soft enough to soothe, but sharp enough to shred. I followed the fractures, fine as hair, witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air. Your crown — little more than gilded dust, from my puppet strings severed I placed my trust that you’d come undone...

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My muse has been hiding out And with no peep, squeak or shout She must be sound asleep No words, just counting sheep Tired of the poetry drought Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown Seems she has left me to write on my own I must not be too rude She'll cop an attitude And then taunt me like an evil...

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My muse has been hiding out And with no peep, squeak or shout She must be sound asleep No words, just counting sheep Tired of the poetry drought Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown Seems she has left me to write on my own I must not be too rude She'll cop an attitude And then taunt me like an evil...

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