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HistoryA Poem by IsimbabiWe all love history when it’s written in blood with a pen dipped in the neck of a man written in cursive- ink red or dark, We’re .. |
Start of Something GoodA Poem by Adam W RedmonHer words are like a needle, piercing him,Filling his heart with joy.He'll give you his apologies now,For he cannot be saved.He doesn't deserve to, ye.. |
Solitude: My Best FriendA Poem by Adam W RedmonOver time I'd grown fond of it-Being alone.Completely dislocated from the rest of the worldthe same world we see around usfalling to pieces.Still-Smil.. |
visitsA Poem by seal"hey doc," she said"get out of my head.i'm sick and i'm hurtingand wish i was dead.i don't want to hurt youbut at the rate this is going,you can see t.. |
invasionA Poem by sealdrag your knives across my skinyou're well equipped for battlemake my scream pierce the airi'll make your bones rattletie me up and take controlit's w.. |
The CycleA Poem by Laura KateGone are the daysWhere the long grass growsWhen the morning dew glistensUpon the blankets of meadow.Gone are the days,When the cherry trees blossom,Wh.. |
FlightA Poem by Anne MartinMy cynical take on writing poetry. |
TashA Poem by universelfkatiThe energy pours out of me in the form of words in flow. Speaking light into acute vibrations, Singing love with each revelation. Be kind.Be Free.B.. |
In Praise of MeterA Poem by Michael R. BurchIn Praise of MeterbyMichael R. BurchThe earth is full of rhythms so precisethe octave of the crystal can producea trillion oscillations, yet not losea.. |
CurrentsA Poem by Michael R. BurchCurrentsbyMichael R. BurchHow can I write and not be trueto the rhythm that wells within?How can the ocean not be blue,not buck with the clapboard sla.. |
To Please the PoetA Poem by Michael R. BurchTo Please The Poetby Michael R. BurchTo please the poet, words must dance --staccato, brisk, a two-step:so!Or waltz in elegance to timeof music -- mil.. |
An Obscenity TrialA Poem by Michael R. BurchAn Obscenity Trialby Michael R. BurchThe defendant was a poet held in many iron restraintsagainst whom several critics cited numerous complaints.They .. |
The Wonder Boys, for Leslie MellichampA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Wonder Boysby Michael R. Burch(for Leslie Mellichamp, the late editor of The Lyric,who was a friend and mentor to many poets, anda fine poet in hi.. |
The Lowest High, The Highest Low, and the Mad Rhyt..A Poem by SilvanSome of my poems tend to be a short story shrouded in a verbose sense of writing. This one takes place around 1904 |
The Pulse of LoveA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Pulse of LovebyMichael R. BurchThe earth is full of rhythms so precisethe octave of the crystal can producea trillion oscillations, yet not losea .. |
PoetryA Poem by Michael R. BurchPoetry, my Ars Poeticaby Michael R. BurchPoetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around you to torture and confo.. |