There is the crowd and here is me

There is the crowd and here is me, In an attempt to find unity, I bridge the gap with eager steps, Jostling for a place in the mesh. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to see. I feel so tiny in this throng of human bees. Buzzing and moving, to gather, to store, An array […]

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Poetry Sharing Event Reaches the Halfway Point!

Now is your chance to give back to the poets brave enough to share their poems about writer’s block! All the poems touch on some aspect of the issue but each poem does so in a different way. Why should you give feedback on these poems? Aside from their bravery, these poets sincerely want to […]

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The Battle

The Battle   In a battle between words and will My passion was unfading, Until I was hit with a writer’s block; The humiliation was degrading. My head reeling, I recoiled, And took a shaky step back, Trying to clear my head From the force of the rude smack. I looked about for the culprit, […]

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Let It Be

Let It Be Image courtesy : Sweetestsin2862   This poem is a message from a father to his dear child… Sleeping peacefully, my dear baby, so lovely and mild Three words I would like you to know, my child “Let it be” Sometimes you will give your best Yet you might be nowhere close to the […]

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Nonstalgic Nirvana

Nostalgic Nirvana Reflecting all around Rods and cones of my eye Images of you Like the stars in the sky Resonating all around Cochlea and canals of my ear Melodies of you Playing each moment of the year Gushing ceaselessly In the tunnels of my nose Fragrance of you As a garden full of rose […]

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So Close Yet So Far

So Close Yet So Far We were so close Yet there wasn’t a blossom of love’s rose I tried my best to go far yet my heart’s door for her is always ajar Now I know what addiction is I feel it in all the sweet moments I miss My life could have been the […]

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Fall

Fall Leaves turn across the road in twos and threes Like kittens tumbling and pouncing on each other’s heels. Orange tabbies and Calicoes. The breeze teases them with strings of air Until they lie in tired heaps, Drowsing in the winter sun.     Carolyn Frances

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