The Light of History
Memories and flashbacks are scattered on the floor As images of the present barricade the door. I stare at the ceiling into stars of the future kind
Patrick O'ConnorPublished about 18 hours ago in Poets
Poetry + Journaling + Scissors = Happiness
Some people search their whole lives for the meaning of happiness. We ask questions like: • What makes you happy? • How to find the true meaning of happiness?
Katlyn CampbellPublished 10 days ago in Poets
The Cut-up Poem
WRITING A CENTO Writing is my passion, my craft, my life, my hobby, my career, and so on. It constantly supplies me with love, happiness, and overwhelming stress (do any of your loves and passions not stress you out?). The best part about writing is the challenging intensity that comes with constantly creating new art and life through words.
Issie AmeliaPublished 12 days ago in Poets
Hey Mumma
Hey Mumma, it's me. Feelin' a little lost, are ya, honey? Thinkin' you're gonna take off then honey? But Mumma, you know. That I'll always be okay, and that I'll come back to you one day. Chase your dreams, Mumma, that's what you say. A lesson you taught me, taught me to get me where I am today.
Belinda LongPublished 20 days ago in Poets
I Was The Guest and He Was The Honor
Many hours in the Rover Crossing landscapes Roadside towns and fields of tea. *** Oh the turning heads and big brown eyes
Kimberly Hampton NilssonPublished 25 days ago in Poets
Sonnet for My Father
“Fickle dancer of mine pumped up my thighs with helium,” I say. Helium, strange word to use for love, but it can disguise
Summer Itch
Stepping softly into cold winter’s night When trees are just sulking ghosts in the snow Shadows surround me and the cold wind bites
Lindsey WardenPublished 26 days ago in Poets
Love in June
In June, the blooms reflected like fair stars; we walked the woods by the cool, gentle stream. She whispered to me the secrets of her heart;
Heath HardinPublished 26 days ago in Poets
Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
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In a perfect world passion would be all the profit I needed to feel completed. To seek meaning in the moment and find something to believe in should be my only reason but it’s so easy to find myself sleepwalking and day dreaming thinking of financial freedom. If only I could manifest billions of bitcoin I’d be on a beach with no seasons. The membership fee is a dollar and a tropical drink because I own the whole island. You need a jet-ski to get to me then you have to jump off a waterfall after doing some rock climbing. Clear blue ocean see all the way to the bottom. Life is fantastic we have no problems. Sipping fine wine from the vineyard in the backyard got my feet up with a cool breeze counting shooting stars. Taking shots with intergalactic beings laughing in different languages whatever that means. Traveling at the speed of thought swimming through time, skinny dipping in memory pools inside my mind. Making love to a melody, giving birth to music, freefalling through space with no parachute to use it’s so beautiful this collection of cosmic dust that is us. Four trillion to one are the chances of being born, we’re already extraordinary, so let go the burden you carry is what I tell myself starring at the ripples of my reflection during daily introspection. It’s been proven through meditation we can manipulate matter so I surf on sound waves in circles around Saturn. Breakdance on the floors of Jupiter but I practice all my judo on Pluto. I’m lost in the space in between my ears there’s an ever expanding galaxy in here. An infinite energy, a higher power, it’s not mine it’s ours because you are me and I am you we’re just focused on different parts of the same view. We share the same face with different expressions lost in a maze experiencing life lessons. Collect what we need to grow to feed the human soul which happens to be the most unique thing we know of. Our purpose is love. My passion is chasing dreams on the wings of a dove. I soar over seven seas when writing rhymes enlightening minds by deciphering mine. I get a penny for a thought and a dime a dozen turn it to a dollar like nothing. Currently I like currency crypto one that’s ecofriendly but I got to reduce my carbon footprint so Elon will friend request me. My spaceship got towed on the dark side of the moon. I want it back soon. We were drinking moonshine in a time capsule until some Martians started to act rude but that’s a story for another occasion. Word play is my occupation. So pay me like Jay-z and Beyoncé because I’m about to rock nations. Standing ovations for my creations, the people’s choice, for those who can’t speak up for themselves, I’ll be the people’s voice. By following your dreams you inspire other to make the change, there’d be no pleasure without pain, we’re all just lonely candles on a windy day trying to stay aflame. We’ll get further with one another, my sisters and brothers, share your light and your love and I promise that you’ll discover, we’re all the same. We’re just grains of sand floating through space but when we come together we can do amazing things. There is strength in unity. The human race has already won. We have a planet with a sun. Perfect conditions can be taken for granted and destroyed by overconsumption. So this here is a wakeup call, donate a dollar to the cause. All of a sudden I’m woken from my slumber to the sound of a broken alarm clock. I’m late for work was that all a dream? Wait a minute… Am I still asleep?
M.J. RossinPublished 2 minutes ago in PoetsWorship.
The Summer Solstice is a wonderful and exciting time of year. The earth begins tilting back towards the sun, and we enjoy the longest day of the year. Light triumphs over darkness. Warmth triumphs over cold. And we feel great; energetic; positive. Our health is better, and so is daily life. Colour is everywhere. Nature is busy. Bees hum, birds sing and butterflies visit flowers. In celebration of the Solstice, I wrote this poem.
Deborah RobinsonPublished about 7 hours ago in Poets
The Tribe Endangered No 1. George Attacks Tables
Where’s George today? Elder statesman of the tribe Perhaps its long-lived Chief George we’ve already introduced In another verse, but here he is again
A. E. (Anthony) LovellPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsI wish we could be friends
I wish we could be friends We’d get along great But I got some issues to fix I think you got the same If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours
Levey RodriguesPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsHarmless Toxic
Is it bad that I want you? Is it bad how I need you? I’ve been craving something sweet But I can’t, oh no, it’s taboo
Levey RodriguesPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsLoss of sight
Time has flown. Not now, nor tomorrow. Speeding - racing through, wanting more to fill the void. Trading vast for narrow views, empty promises of new.
Wanting to disappear
Wanting to disappear behind a wall To be invisible To not be there anymore To no longer have to join in, To stay apart.
Jeannine KauffmannPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsReal Love (I know it is)
She's wondering how long my flat takes to heat up She's coming over, cause she's missed me so much, and I've not heard from her this weekend
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 13 hours ago in Poets
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