Today (and every Saturday) you can write a poem about anything you want. That’s right, there’s no set topic for today. So go crazy! Leave your poem as a comment for this post.
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- BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
- Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
- rosana sam: Distant thunder from the Alpine summits Thor is in rage tonight and the skies are lit In his wake Aeolus rekindles the fire blowing down trees and roofs just to amuse himself. Portents...
- AintNoNinny: i like not knowing what the day will bring because if i knew what was coming my way i would try to control it nothing, in the end, would be any different for all of my forward-looking...
- AintNoNinny: T iptoe on the precipice, certain you’ll not slip into Hell R est your weary soul in His, certain He’ll hold it close U proot your shoots, certain they’ll flourish in foreign climes S...
- AintNoNinny: Building Love A stick, a stone, some mortar born Of love’s desire, a summer morn A beam of moon, a hungered night A moment’s bliss, a kissed delight Five thousand days, a lifetime’s...
- AintNoNinny: Yesterday’s Sundays sunday morning wake ups stretch our possibilities coffee in bed reading spiritual books made nude by our love, worshiping as one body eggs, fruit, homemade...
- AintNoNinny: WHISPER IN MY DREAMS I heard your whisper in my dreams last night. It softly beckoned me to come to you. Your breath touched mine in sultry pas de deux. My body quickened, but your...
- rosana sam: What good is it to know? Gather all this information Becoming a modern obsession What good is it to know? the difference between saffron and yellow just a question of perception What...
- rosana sam: Crystal Clear Bubbling, gurgling, churning no matter how i regard the matter There’s no turning back. Bubbling, gurgling, burning From whatever angle the issue is broached the answer...
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A mislaid word
Is to prose
Like an errant stroke of paint
On Mona Lisa’s nose.
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Ball rolling quickly
Bounce, bounce, kick it flies in air,
Caught and I am out.
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0
It was something
In the way you blinked your eyes
Or contorted your face
Or moved your lips
Something in how
Your voice fluctuated
On the phone
When you set up the time
It had to do
With that time when your phone
Shattered on the ground
Made you swear
This or that
Every reason together or none at all
Is why
You’re still waiting
One look or listen
The assumptions started falling
Involuntary verdicts
Over everything you are
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Sitting there with your phony smile
Knowing the joke is on me
Your mouth says I did a good job
But tips speak louder than words
So I will kill you.
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I can never dream
in color
but my friend
she always does
Says her dreams are more
like movies
and she watches just because
Sunday mornings
give the future
tuesday’s daydreams mark
the past
Any thing to her is everything
nothing’s ever white and black
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