Streaming River is attractive
Identity of that river
Is cold..
Blooming flower is pleasant
Identity of that flower
Is fresh...
Rising moon is bewitching
Identity of that moon
Is...
Although
long drought
Little
plants
Will
be courageous
When
the rains came
They
will be big trees
Similarly,
My
beloved son
You
must be courageous
Bitter
days are gone
When
happy days are coming...
Have
a...
My
dear wild flower
School
uniform is
Not
suitable time
For
love...
Before
love
You
have to see
Much
of things
On
this world
Don't
fall down
Nearby
knowledge lamp
My
dear tender
When
you won...
Isolated
mountain
Increase
My
grief
Isolated
mountain
Reminded
me
My
Lover...
Wind
left
you alone
he
left
me alone
now
you're grief
like
me...
Mist
cheated
You
he
cheated
me
now
you're alone
like
me...
Isolated
mountain
Increase
My
grief
Posted...
Invite
to sad
Call
tears
Suspicion
is
Enemy
of Love....
When
love is Happy
As
a bird
Suspicions
shot him
Became
a catapult
Love
sleep Comfort
As
a baby
Suspicions
woke him
Became
a terrible noise
-nuwan-
image...
A Bed,
Adorned with
Rose thorns...
A platform,
With dancing
Red eyes peacocks..
An anklet,
tied
Butterfly princess..
Lovers remember
To bring her
shiny pearl
But forgot to
bring
Herb drop
For her
suffering
Smile...
Sensei At Sunset
-
And so, once again
I speak to you of the rat--
the bachelor rat--
who visits my garage.
He is a good rat,
even a fine one as rats go.
Never once has he l...
Two Things
-
She says she’s ready to go
and I know she means
two things at once.
I feel selfish for wanting her to mean
only one—
to stay with us a l...
1264
-
*Bright And Yellow*
It was like any other morning
When i opened the front door
But this morning above a roof
Across the street
The Yellow Poui trees ...
Memory
-
I remember the first time
I discovered my magic potion
How many years did it end up consuming me
Like watching my flesh disappear
Along with my soul
F...
A Happy Reflection
-
source
An unexpected gift or hug
alleviates the stress
like a flower along a walk
that provides happiness.
The focus of a bee
on the pollen of on...
The Fool - What is Truth
-
Courtesy of Wikipedia
The fool's journey starts out innocent
full of adventure and purity of spirit
following dreams to new heights
But, somewhere along...
OLD CRONE, SINGING
-
source
The old year hobbles to a close
like a wrinkled, wise old crone
with a pocketful of secrets.
The new year dawns,
as fresh and pink as a y...
I Hope When It Happens
-
source
*I Hope When It Happens*
I hope when it happens I have time to say
oh this is how it is happening.
I am not sure that I will though as I
have...
~light will come~
-
*The moon, last night, mimicked the daylight star we **call, the sun *
*it showed its beams of light more grand and brighter*
*than the many nights befor...
punching time
-
Day in and day out, we punch time
Our fists blued, our eyes grimed
By smoke, we beat ourselves brain dead
Where does this end, this life we dread
W...
Writers Circle Prompt: Compromise
-
My entire life has been full of compromises, some of which I'm
proud--especially those that strengthened relationships. At the Women's
Encampment for a ...
The Peace of Wild Things
-
Out in the pine
the blue jays gossip
about how spring will
soon show up
in a bouquet of streetlights.
Night no longer has its map.
The glare of electric ...
The History of One Life
-
Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy
*Come join us!*
*Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
Inspiration
-
Inspiration
Upon a chin of gold
you sit,
not man,
but madonna
of twinkling sky,
birthplace
of dogmas
and devotion,
of blue-lit nights
and silver stars
s...
About the Poet
-
Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet
Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are
existential and she draws inspiration fro...
Hopefulness
-
Cynicism
is the most unforgiving
proof of gravity.
I arrive at
the pinnacle
of the Hill of Hope,
and I stayed up there
for a minute,
catching my...
The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday
-
peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
-
A Stimulated Mind
by
Belva Staples
*Making things entirely from scratch, *
*Brings a certain sense of satisfaction, *
*Because the uniqueness of a cr...
Time For Testing Testing
-
I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows
though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count
one b...
-
When I started this blog in 2012, I had no long-term expectations for it. I
simply wanted to provide prompts as a small service to other poets. Over ...
Early morning light
-
The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window
And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep
Her own pictures on the walls no...
A Note from the Poet
-
Excuse me while I kiss the sky....
*Jimi Hendrix*
Dear friends and fellow poets
Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC
-
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*It is mid morning*
*and some salesmonkey in Mississippi*
*is ringing my number*
*ignoring the grave warn...
A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
-
Morgue File
by Ken Brasier
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you w...
Everyday Table
-
This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...
Poets United
-
I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who
have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing
their...
Zipline
-
I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel
Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular
price for y...
How Did It Feel
-
How did it feel
the breath that you held
for heartbeats,
four heartbeats,
a sway hollow knell.
Rattling ribs
till they finally fell
apart - tell me, how did ...
A MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE...
-
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
Poem: ACCEPT
-
*This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:*
*Dark Moon, New Moon*
*I have to accept the hurricanes*
*that are happening everywhere*
*Look at them l...
A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath)
-
“You always made the best tea”, I confess.
Something in the method: fanning the bag
In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
Lions and Tigers and Bears
-
Oh my...
Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief
Circus; the rest from my stash.
I love polar bears!
Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith
-
*Agnus Dei*
I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse
It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek.
The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles
whirled, i...
My Parents
-
Courtesy: Poets United
When you two fought
you never knew
how I burnt
in your wrath.
I was a water body,
too brine to taste.
But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...
Tick Tock
-
Tick Tock
I hear my
Biological clock
Ticking away
The eggs I have
In short supply.
“Yuh nuh have
A child, yet?”
He looks at me
Like fertile soil
In whi...
Sad Eyes
-
Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of
forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the
Autumn m...
-
Another Day
My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling my ear
now...
cheers with life
-
*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
*this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU*
*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
-
Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You w...
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
-
At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes
mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own
changing w...
faded pages
-
*in the days of mostly easy time, *
*there is the odd reminder of another place.*
*fragrant reminiscence in a flash; *
*passed - but in its wake - a trace....
There Comes A Time...
-
when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
followers ...