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Fields of Afghanistan
“Fields of Afghanistan” I know how to follow another’s plan looking for mines through the vines walking through the fields of Afghanistan
Corey W HarlandPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMy Late Father
My father was always late I’d sit sadly sulking on the stairs, and trying not to shed a tear He was always worth the wait
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 4 months ago in PoetsSacrum Silentium
Forms are nostalgic for smooth formlessness Art, craft, science: all impose; all demand Rude is the will that somethings nothingness
D. J. ReddallPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMany Souls in One Body: Possession
In the same flesh and bones, lost souls fight for control like anti-heroes fighting for the throne. ------------------------------------------------------
Memento
Through vaunted vaults and hallowed halls I stride to see the king, Guards and courtiers glide aside that I may pad apace,
Meredith HarmonPublished 4 months ago in Poetslong lost poems stay buried
I’ve been trying to find a poem that I’ve never written Trying to find the words to a piece that my dreams have been misleading me to
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIf they come, you must build
If they come, you must build A person is not a weed Humanity is your guild ~.~ Why should blood be spilled? Time, it is to feed
Matthew DanielsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPatriarch's villanelle
Life is full of arrows and slings. I learned to walk wounded, wet eyes towards the sun. He said: only cry at beautiful things.
The Voice
There is a voice inside my head That knows my hopes and fears It feeds on everything I love And steals away the years. *
J.P. WilliamsonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Special Type of Hell
The challenge is to write a villanelle One that makes sense and reads correct For me, this is a special type of hell * With rules in poetry, I don't do well
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFU FIL
i love my everything that you disdain that scares you, i can tell your contempt for me is daylight plain . words slide silk-like inside my brain
Morgana MillerPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Second Place in Villanelle Challenge
For the Birds
I won’t be fooled by cunning counterfeit In a market of lovers selling stock, If it’s not from you, the birds can have it.
D.K. ShepardPublished 4 months ago in Poets