| LIFE | Such as life that rises and falls
Death over us never ceases to call
Together we manage until we... | Marc Modaressi |
| Silent Thunder | Oftentimes, what doesn’t get said
—makes the loudest sound
(Hotel Majestic Saigon, Vietnam: January, 2014)
... | Kurt Philip Behm |
| damned fruit | are truly the cruelest
creatures on the earth-
after all, isn’t love the most
basic human emotion?
we will destroy ourselves and
it will be the most human
thing we could ever do.
- we were damned long before she bit that... | Ghosti |
| no title...:;';';'/;. | crystal eyes,
gleams in dust and smoke shadow,
lush cute lips my heart.
... | Roberto Suárez Torr… |
| In the Darkness of My Mind | In the darkness of my mind
In the recesses of time
In the distance, stark and bold
Is the secret yet untold
In the shadows
In the mists
In the places
most would miss
In the quiet of the night
In the places out of sight
In the gloom of... | Michael J. Stankewi… |
| Whole Card | He outlived his father
to outlive himself
The shadow he chased
—an ace left undealt
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
... | Kurt Philip Behm |
| The Lake | In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| Until The Mirror Cracks | The ego of the atheist,
himself the standard bearer
Where power of a mortal mind,
inflates beyond repair
His facts he weds intensely,
dimension fencing in
What’s not explained, he must profane,
all emptiness within
Whose formulas and... | Kurt Philip Behm |
| Rhapsody on a Windy Night | Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a... | T. S. Eliot |
| "B" | "B", be, and... | Brian Wirtzfeld |
| Invisible Poem | are many underlying facts in the course of a situation
and also hidden truth that cannot be explained;
you express it in silence or
suffer as self annihilation
or recover as an autophagy;
deciding factors yet unknown to us and our... | Quaid-Uz-Zaman |
| Recovering | your relationship
or rearrange it
you are not a shut dream or
a closed corridor;
aisles and bonds
are there,
you are always connecting;
connecting to self,
connecting to constellation of hopes and desires,
of thoughts;
you are ... | Quaid-Uz-Zaman |
| Life in a Jar | Away from the bustling life.
A joy grows in a jar.
Chaos mind, disturbed life.
Hope grows in a Jar.
Many big ideas, big dreams insight.
A dream grows in a Jar.
Where others are planning to soar high in the sky.
Life grows in a... | Vikas Nagori |
| Metamorphosis | You're a new day dawning
sweet remembrance of
apple blossom fragrance
Autumn's longing
for summer's innocence
the promise of
winter's dazzling adventure
An aspiring butterfly's
dream of... | Fox Warren |
| Dangerous Enemy | The most dangerous enemy
is that which no one fears.
It lurks amidst dark shadows
hiding the ghoulish sneers.
The most dangerous enemy
puts on no uniform.
It mingles undetected
riding behind the... | Wallace Dean LaBenne |
| Sense Of Something Coming | I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not... | Rainer Maria Rilke |
| Thought-Magnets | With each strong thought, with every earnest longing
For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,
Invisible vast forces are set thronging
Between thee and that... | Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
| One Choice Remains | Often life more cruel than death,
pandemics to defy
Each breath of pain a new refrain,
whose fate we must comply
We live each choice right to the end,
all consequence dethroned
Until the reaper grants reprieve,
no mercy to be shown
This... | Kurt Philip Behm |
| Never Been Here Before | Never Been Here Before
Driving down a road, always traveled, view through car windows, seen so many times
Time was in the dead of winter, soon after a storm, flared out of the dark night skies
Came upon that same old gradual turn in the... | Robert Zwilling |
| Blackout | When the lights went out in two thousand three
fifty million souls worked resourcefully.
When the lights went out people were turned on
like a relay team passing the baton.
When the lights went out many came to see
caring kindnesses like consent... | Wallace Dean LaBenne |
| Beauty and Beauty | When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After -- after... | Rupert Brooke |
| Too many to love | Love for the moment
May be to cement
Love for the day
To have the happy day
Love for the night
May be tonight
Love or the week
May be for the weak
Love for the month
One of many in the month
Love for the year
To spend happy new year... | Mohan Pillai |
| Thunder in his silence | My head is always in tha clouds and im only happy when it rains.
I hear buzzing in my ears and lightning stings my brains.
Ive gone blind but i can see my creators face on tha clock.
I send up prayers to him daily and He always answers me with... | saintsinna |
| Tell all the truth but tell it slant | Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind... | Emily Dickinson |
| Brown Eyes | Oh, brown Eyes with long black lashes,
Young brown Eyes,
Depths of night from which there flashes
Lightning as of summer skies,
Beautiful brown... | Mathilde Blind |
| "The Lightning Bugs" | I love to watch the lightning bugs,
flying all around.
Blinking their lights all through the air
and sometimes on the ground.
It's such a sight for my eyes,
when hundreds do I see.
Blinking here and blinking there
and sometimes... | Donald E. Burns |
| He Did Love | He did love three things in this world:
Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
And worn, weathered maps of America.
And he did not love children crying,
Or tea served with raspberries,
Or woman's hysteria.
...And I was his wife.
... | Anna Akhmatova |
| We dream—it is good we are dreaming | We dream—it is good we are dreaming—
It would hurt us—were we awake—
But since it is playing—kill us,
And we are playing—shriek—
What harm? Men die—externally—
It is a truth—of Blood—
But we—are dying in Drama—
And Drama—is never... | Emily Dickinson |
| Poetry | GOD to his untaught children sent
Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,
The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,
For all from Heav'n stark-naked came;
But Poetry their garments... | Johann Wolfgang von… |
| Much Madness is divinest Sense | Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
`Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you`re straightaway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
... | Emily Dickinson |
| Street Poetry | Take the words out of the books
Strip them from the page
Free them like a kite
Post them in the sky
Like starlight
Set the verses free
Let them roam on plains
Paste them on billboards
Carve them on walls
Spray them on railway... | Alan Berkeley Thomas |
| woman on the street | shoes themselves
would light my room
like many candles.
she walks like all things
shining on glass,
like all things
that make a... | Charles Bukowski |
| God'S smile | “Let not the door be closed
Says with all delight
Hours of GOD smiling,
He is in a different mood
Keeps windows open
Ruins have started now
Paying attention to the moods of GOD
Listening to the story of green... | Satya Pattnaik |
| Removing The Veil | The essence of wisdom
lies in simplicity
hiding in plain sight
—for eyes that can see
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
... | Kurt Philip Behm |
| A Quiet Soul | Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull'd asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem'd all calm as its last breath.
A... | John Oldham |
| A Quiet One | We all know about the quiet ones,
Bold introverts,
Don’t need the clique,
Don’t need the likes,
Don’t need the credit,
Don’t need the hype,
Humble; so quiet,
Just writes to keep calm,
Writes to avoid depression,
Writes to avoid stresses,
... | New Jax City |
| The Stars Keep Nothing |
“The Stars Keep Nothing”
“The stars keep nothing other than changes in time, as the sun curves beyond the moon. The fire in our hearts seems to calm the planets like rain will break the drought. And... | Thomas M. Scott |
| Closed-Eye Hallucinations | Awake, my eyes closed.
I see dancing images.
A... | Karl Constantine FO… |
| We Grow Accustomed to the Dark | We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road --... | Emily Dickinson |
| Alone | From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
... | Edgar Allan Poe |
| Water |
Why do you tease and taunt me?
Come into shore and back out again?
Waves carrying stories and souls and untold dreams?
Surrounding me- very nobly, you of the Greatest of lakes?
Michigan's treasures-calm and dangerous ; peaceful and...
| Cecilia Marie Holla… |
| THINGS I HAVE LEARNED | I have learned that crap does occur,
I have learned that there is a his and a hers.
I have learned that sometimes love is not enough,
I have learned that their really is a diamond in the rough.
I have learned that the outside does not... | Debbie Middaugh AKA… |
| Acquainted with the Night | I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city... | Robert Frost |
| Day is Done, The | The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his... | Henry Wadsworth Lon… |
