Presses Poems

Being poor

...A weight that presses down, a burden to bear,
A life of struggle, with no escape to share.
It's not a choice, but a fate that's been cast,
A daily grind, with no respite to forecast.

The pain o...

Ewe and yours

...The complexity of the modern world abates
As the simplicity of nature takes hold
A tug of the legs – a lamb emerges
Life begins

A first intake of breath
Tentative steps on unstable legs
The m...

The silent kiss

...We sit so close, yet worlds apart, breathing the same air but trapped by our fear. Your hand brushes mine, and it’s like the universe pauses, a trembling spark I can’t name, a kiss that doesn’t need ...

Seeds of sand

...Silence is the shadow of kindness,
endings a whisper within beginnings.
Here, in this desert without refuge,
we move:
clay jars, cracked,
our voices dissolving into sand.

Hollow,
dust on our...

Expression of an Impressionist

...Expression of an Impressionist

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The alarming trend of renegade
souper spoons ladling out propaganda
cast a chilling, galvanizing, and spooking trend
many sp...

Either I've Seen You Or I Want To, How Could I Be Mad At That?

...The horizon is a blade—
it glints whether I run toward it
or watch it withdraw.
Each dawn splits me open,
spilling a slow trickle of salt,
as if the sea is feeding me to itself,
one grain at a ...

reflection

...cold floor, presses into my bones
whispering
its time for this color to go
today, i want her back
so into my wounds seep the chemicals
that i used to destroy myself,
hoping you'd see her too

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The Keys to the Future

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The doors to yesterday are shut tight and locked.
     Only windows allow quick glimpses... you, face red and angry, eyes shut tight, refusing to accept reality away from your warm, slushy world o...

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

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Written: July 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg

Quote: "Be full of sorrow, that you may become a hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter. The core o...

Help

...At the slightest cry, we rush to give,  
But what of those whose pain won’t live  
In vocal words or audible plea?  
Will you help the one who hides silently?

Signs appear—subtle, yet clear—  
...

The execution

...The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of b...

Thoughts in Fog

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My thoughts are hard to hold when 
I know they're hard to shape.
Like climbing out of fog
just to fall into more.
I try to dream,
but worry gets there first—
a shadow curled up in my brain,
...

In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one

...In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one,
Shadows gently dance on the vast plain of my weary soul,
And echoes of old longings rise, waking me from deep slumber,
In sea...

In the depths of silence, when shadows merge with thoughts

...In the depths of silence, when shadows merge with thoughts,
I apologize for my silence, for I have been lost in the chaos of my mind.
The pressure building up at work is more than tasks and deadlin...

Write

...Pen presses against paper
Black ink flows across white lines  
My hand moves steadily
Words appear...

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