THE FEARLESS CONNECTION NONESUCH AS SUGGESTION TO MATCH AN AGE QUESTION SNUFFED OUT BY IMPRESSION OF A IGNORED TOLLED GRIEF IN THOSE ACCENTS, THE BRIEF NOTHING ACCEPT TEAR CHAIN HENCE CHEER WITH ALE AGAIN A SOLO DESIRE IS TOO PRICEY A DENIED GROUND IN HIGH SEA HURT IS KEEN AFTER BEEN TOLD BLEACHING OUT A […] […]
“Out, Out – ” The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw […] […]
Things hurt now, in a new way, the likes of which I’ve never experienced. I go out night-walking with headphones, careful to avoid the train tracks, and sometimes I try to decipher what this pain is. I want to understand it, and to be able to explain it. The closest I can come is that […] […]
While Trespassing I Note the Sadness of Old Fences I write poems when I can, in late morning or during the afternoon, between chores but before dinner. And sometimes I duck through spaces void of wire barbs, and consider how to fill the incomplete, which words, what materials could repair those particular holes. I cut […] […]
Cutting Down the Anniversary Pine Things expand. Plans change. Clouds disperse, people move. I remember swimming through a dream’s warm water, and rising for air only to find that I no longer lived within that need, in that space demanding the physiological transport of oxygen, where the laws of physics reigned supreme, and geometry, with […] […]
two identical thoughts developed in isolation on two different hemispheres identical in structure yet paradoxical in course two identical thoughts fueled by very different greeds and executed, one with zealousy and one with jealousy, continuing to either sculpt or destruct self-conjured concepts two identical thoughts discriminated by different hates create a revolution and cast […] via […]
By Carly Alaimo At Easter in Denmark, children commonly make greetings called gækkebrev. Taking a piece of paper, they fold it and cut out a design (often, there’s a poem on the sheet). The sender leaves the letter unsigned, and their recipient has three chances to guess their identity. If they can’t, they owe the […] […]
Isn’t it odd to go to a place with the intent to immortalize a moment – Without knowing what that moment will be like? Will nerves climb your slippery skin? Or will your stomach somersault? Or will butterflies lift you away? Or maybe you won’t feel anything at all The moment was too grand The […] […]
https://penandinksketches.wordpress.com HI FRIENDS! I’m Nitesh and I like to believe that creativity is in my blood. Sketches By Nitesh was my attempt at organizing the clutter of thoughts that always brew a storm in my mind. my blog is about pen and ink sketches, proses, poetry and life musings. Poetry holds a special place… via 8th […]
A lot of imageries in this poem, translated… The First Day of Autumn Merely Signifies that the Trees Outside Should Fall Asleep Sooner The Cicada Calls During August Were Said to be the one of the things you would think about when you think of the autumn season, photo from online… Only Soprano of the […] […]
And sun hang high still Fisher wade through the huge waves Night will always come Pict source: pinterest GUEST POST POETRY HAIKU by Rijal Muammar from Indonesia Rijal is an author of a book in poetry titled as BUKANTOLOGI, that written in Bahasa (Indonesian Language). For more awesome poems, Find him on: Medium: Kerijalan Instagram:… via […]
She is a kite Sky high In between clouds of thunderous thoughts Dependent on the resistance of the wind She soars and dives Absolutely content with turbulence It is the paper in the sky she pities Colorful and bright Yet caught on a thread Of predetermined imagination Consuming the wind To keep it afloat […] via […]
“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, […] […]
“Need” is a word that rests heavy on her tongue But if she must use it, it is to describe the things that run through her veins The insanity she needs, like an addict needs their fix The chaos she craves so she doesn’t have to question where she fits And the motion of the […] […]
Photography & Poetry by M.C. Infynit Life’s Rip Tide Movement of the soul Shifts like the earth’s plates Rubbing against each other Creating waves Yet in the tsunami The tides of our soul Pursue the spirits mission Even if it’s one we don’t know One we may not recognize as a whole Due to self […] […]
I come here to sit quietly, emerging from my shack, if only briefly, to eavesdrop and observe, to sip beer and participate in the world of commerce. Ah, yes. The grocery store. If only all of them housed craft-beer bars. I place cilantro and shallots in my basket, add arugula, asparagus and a lime, and […] […]
Photography & Poetry by M.C. Infynit Life Drive Wind flies through my hair Driving forward without care As I drive through life Copyright © 2017 M.C. Infynit All Rights Reserved via ID: Poetry – Life Drive — MCPthoughts
Photography & Poetry by M.C. Infynit Don’t Smoke Filling my throat Even though I don’t smoke Choking on air I didn’t pollute Distance Not far enough To escape the capture Of my lungs I run but cannot hide No amount of length Is good enough Fearing the withering of my lungs Like a flower wilting […] […]
It’s all because of FATE, that we were able to, find one another, translated… In the Endless Space & Time Everyone is Only Specks of Dusts Nothing More like this??? Not my art… I am a Speck of Dust Light as the Pollens With My Fate With the Wind Gotten onto Your Shirt not my […] […]
This morning I slept through dawn and the screeching birds, long after last night’s wild wind and rain. But who can count the fallen flowers? The transliteration on Chinese-poems.com reads: Spring sleep not wake dawn Everywhere hear cry bird Night come wind rain sound Flower fall know how many This adaptation first […] via Spring Dawn […]