Will be found My heart
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Can you swim
To Love Island
Can you fly
To love mountain top
If you can
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it is joy ....
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On my roses plant
When rice bloom
And
On her lips
When the bloom …Read More
merry xmas
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Cold
snow dance
benevolent
wind songs
dignified
flower
on every heart
Nothing
else is no…Read More
dear tear....
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dear tear
youre sad
You did not
Understand
That Went up
to my chee…Read More
Love is a song
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Love is a song
If you sing,
Love is an art
If you paint
Love is pain
If you suffer
Love is …Read More
me too agree with brudberg but my country some girl between 14 - 16 age destroyed they education because they school love.. they fathers cry i see my own eyes... i try to say it.. but im not tell every school love is wrong...
me be you have don't no.. there lot of girls here in poor world country school love destroy them learning life.. become mom in small age.. i'm not tell every love it happen.. but some more happen it... thank you marco...
I agree with the message of your poem! Truly young girls need to finish school. There is plenty of time for love in the future. There is much to see before the time of marriage and having children. Thanks for sharing this, Nuwan!
Your message is so wise and loving....I love "My dear wild flower"....yes, they need to learn so much before the intricacies of love. Too many are in too big a hurry and that way lies heartbreak.
My Grief
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'You were born upon the day my mother was buried
My grief, my grief, my grief'- Sinead O'Connor
My grief is like a bitter apple
Sour and tart
I wish it coul...
Lost in Thought
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source
Lost in Thought
I drift in and out of consciousness
like a flock of birds across the sky.
My daydream dressed in absinthe costumes
swirls like...
Whats Going On... Grief
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i remember herso many went to her wakemeaningless wordstributes wafting
aboutlike scrap paperblowing in the windno one was there for her at the
endit's th...
Espantajo
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*Espantajo,*
I kissed you
but my lips knew no remedy
for you, standing cruciform
in a desert wind.
*Espantajo,*
wrapped in
cornhusk feathers,
no sk...
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*Animo*
Swamped in state of apachurrado
I felt i had no where to go
Except in the direction of ecabronado
That for a ...
The Sway
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The Sway
*(A Love Poem} *
So many years I dripped
your jade-clear love, my absinthe on
a melting sugar dream.
I knew the greenest green
that...
GRIEF CAN BE A SUNFLOWER
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Grief can be the sunflower delivered
by a smiling friend,
that inexplicably begins to die that very minute,
leaves drooping, head bending, tucking its c...
Mom died on Mayday
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Branches in autumn
let their leaves fall sans protest,
nonviolently.
But I ache to hold
onto you who slid away
peacefully asleep.
The day you died ...
Writers circle prompt: May
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Mayday—
1) Said three times, a distress signal.
2) Pagans raise maypoles and weave their way around them for fertility
and spring.
3) Workers ...
this room is under study
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the room is triptych
a distortion of the manifesto:
space, silos, substance
there is no roof
nor ceiling, only sky & clouds
are our constants
whate...
Day And Night
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yellow afternoon
whiteness of the walls whiter
windows bare curtains drawn
floral prints falling in drapes
two pigeons on the sill
heads tucked
...dozing....
Beyond the Stars
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Tamsin awakens in a frenzy of emotions. Her heart beating rapidly recalling
her dream. In a champagne sky her thoughts quickly drift to Aden.
Remember...
This Poem is Clouds, Bloom, and Sparkle
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This poem is an April day without sun.
This poem is two hummingbirds huddled in a rose.
This poem is rain turning grass into emerald sparkles.
This poem ...
~new beginnings~
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*‘new beginnings’, is a choice made by the cognizance of one who wishes to
journey into and onto a path less traveled this brings a light that...
The History of One Life
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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
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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
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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
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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
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peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
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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
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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...
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
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Poets United
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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
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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
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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...
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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
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*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)
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“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
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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
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*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
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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
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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
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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...
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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...
Cuz Culcha
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Sista,
remember makin cinnamon toast
and chewin back
bitz of the periodick table
like it were vitamins.
knowble gases
hevvy metals
an your luv letters
to Jon...
cheers with life
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*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
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*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
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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
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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
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*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...
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when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
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I think all good thing in life has it's time to blossom. But maybe love can be a light to guide.
ReplyDeleteyou're right bru.. but third countries girls are destroy there education because there school love....
Deletethank you buddy!
I agree with Brudberg.
Deleteme too agree with brudberg
Deletebut my country some girl between 14 - 16 age destroyed they education because they school love.. they fathers cry i see my own eyes... i try to say it.. but im not tell every school love is wrong...
thank you melinda
it's not just third world countries. i agree with brudberg's wise words...love can be a light to guide. the key words 'can' and 'guide'
ReplyDeleteme be you have don't no.. there lot of girls here in poor world country school love destroy them learning life.. become mom in small age.. i'm not tell every love it happen.. but some more happen it...
Deletethank you marco...
I agree with the message of your poem! Truly young girls need to finish school. There is plenty of time for love in the future. There is much to see before the time of marriage and having children. Thanks for sharing this, Nuwan!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely mary that is i try to say...
Deletethank you so much!
Yes there is time enough - although it is good to explore our feelings in a safe way too
ReplyDeletethank you jae...
DeleteYour message is so wise and loving....I love "My dear wild flower"....yes, they need to learn so much before the intricacies of love. Too many are in too big a hurry and that way lies heartbreak.
ReplyDeletei agree with you sherry
Deletethank you so much!