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 […]
Originally posted on yaskhan:
Fireflies lambent In twilight’s emerald hue… Night lays bare its scent. Fireplace burns hushed time As crackle of flames glitter On evening’s chemise… Satiny stars flicker Splattering across ebony Breathing jeweled dew… Night’s alchemy lures Syncopated rhapsody In moonlit octave… Sleep shadows the eyes Like keeper of the night Stars rhythm…
Originally posted on My God, My Music, My Life:
I heard Sleeping In The Stars and I could picture a couple through all the years and the words poured out. Then I decided at the end why not do a soundtrack so listen along to the story. I remember our first date It seems just like…
Originally posted on yaskhan:
In the poetry of stars I sing songs of solitude In an awakening night The wind slips me dreams… Clouds and moon play peek-a-boo Gathering dancing shadows On a siver dewed landscape A breeze anchors me Among night blossoms A virginal moon plays Song of the stars
Originally posted on MY WORLD.:
You confuse me You not sure of what’s best for me. You exhaust me. You make me question. You make me wonder, And yet! you never give solutions. DEAR I inner Thoughts. I erase you from my mind for all you do is leave questions with no answers, wonderings confusions…
Originally posted on repsychl:
I wade through mercury waters A land speckled crimson Peppered bloody, hematic and sore Swollen, cancerous rocks, bloated, bulging and inflamed Under a sickly sky, the trees gaunt and rawboned, they reach, beseech, leeching for a way out of their roots Marks like swords – what has been here before? It…
