Originally posted on Simply My Swank:
Another day Same old song Bank is empty Weather’s wrong Boat is old Crew is too Don’t know what He’s going to do. ? Photo by Agustin Piñero on Pexels.com Aching arms screaming back pickin’ up other’s slack Weathered hands Tired eyes Long day had Sudden surprise. ? Sees…
BY AISHWARYA SHAH On Letting Go… To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring; It means I can’t do it for someone else. To let go is not to cut myself off… It’s the realization that I can’t control another… To let go is not to enable, but to allow learning from natural consequences. To […]
Originally posted on Shiny Objects:
He left the room. He left it too soon, And with tension yet unrelieved, Taut as a steel cable Attaching him To her. ? He got in the car. Slamming the door, Stomping the clutch, And throwing the lever to R Before the car even caught its breath. ? This…
Plaashek (Uys Krige) Bloedrooi die alwyn langs die slingerpad. Dis of daar vonke uit elk vuurpyl spat. Maar niks, niks roer nie…net ‘n luggie wat skrams aan die ritselende grassate vat. Daarbo die blou, blou lug, daaronder die rivier wat deur die boorde kronkel met ‘n groen swier. Niks stoor die yle swewende Bergstilte hier. […]
Originally posted on Pen Your Heart On Paper:
“Some of my friends claim that there’s more to this poem than what meets the eye.?I wonder why. I mean, I was pretty direct and plain with my words. ?Dimension in another dimension? “ It is what it is. Right?? Dear sleep, It’s no news that we’re…
Author: Monica Byrne My wonderful father, at age 76, has won a poetry prize. Here is the winning poem: “You Must Stop Reminiscing at Every Date,” about my mother. By Donald E. Byrne Jr., published in Red Clay Review, November 2017. Posted with permission. Read it aloud. ~ We do the annual calendar together: I […]
Originally posted on (CALIATH):
A little revenge poem I wrote, dedicated to an ancient significant of mine. May he burn in peace.
Originally posted on world of dreams:
That sweet evening, your sweet voice and the whisper in my ears. ?That embrace which allowed me to hear your heart beat for the first time. and the kiss on my cheek that gave me goose bumps. I can feel it, i can feel it today like it has…
Originally posted on Belrose Cottage:
I wrote this poem as a reminder that as we go through life’s pains, we grow – spiritually in our walk with God, emotionally in our walk with others, and mentally as we walk ourselves through life. Sometimes, though, we wish we knew then what we know now. And this…
By TheAnxietyJunkie I’ve seen my share of sad men Down and outs by the bus station Sharing cigarette butts and sherry, Clean shaven men in traffic jams Twisting the dials of their radios Searching in the static for Something better, something other. I have seen men fall from grace Like meteors they plunged Into greasy […]
