Writing

Cleaning Out Their House

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Pocket knives, tape measures.An extensive collection of coins.Nails, screws, numerous sizes, and setsof nail clippers, files, polishes and brushes.Sho..

Geese in Winter

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Full of courage, winter,geese fly north. The caralmost wouldn't start.Drive along the Mohawkflood plain. Cattails, grasses,no doubt ash and elm.Restfu..

Life is not a curse

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

I'm not hard,I'm scared.I thought the cherry was the birch.When the cloud clearedI was still afraid.At my bestI accept deathAs a necessary search, war..

Sunset

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Sunset, quiet, exceptfor happy birthday to neighbor's child,virgo, and all that means, purityof morality, inability to scheme,whatever else the stars ..

The Listener

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

New York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring..

Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

In the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa..

Communicating the Bird

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

How many poetry books = 1 Nissan Pathfinder exhaust system.How many bluebirds? Money is how we thank people for what makes them specialHow we express ..

Nineteen Minutes to Bedtime

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He saidI'm tired of hearing how you're too tired to do your homework. You'renot too tired to pla..

My Bower

A Poem by Stephen

My place of solace

Sacred Garden

A Poem by Healing Star

Creating in this slowly dropping off new moon energy.

Concealed

A Poem by Cool Girl

For a friend..

Quiet love

A Poem by NomadicChild

A heart beats small pitter patters of unspoken love.A gnawing sensation which can not be spoken of.A helpless cry for one we cannot have but often wan..

The Quiet Person

A Poem by Kimberly Miller

The Quiet Person sits, in a room of people No one to talk to, no one acknowledged by Although not alone in body, still alone in mind The Quiet P..

I Wake Up

A Poem by Healing Star

I create some of my favorites in the middle of the night, alone, with the whisperings

Take My Heart

A Poem by Healing Star

Wanting to be heard on this Edge of the New Light breaking into a New Dawn and New Horizon Rising to Lift Us, to Lift Us to the Day of all Days, here ..