Writing Poems
when all is poetry
by Jordan Davis
the clouds sing in hushed tones
reverence for refracting
rainbow drops of light
when all is poetry
the river whispers praise
rounds the bend and pools in
silent blue green depth
when all is poetry
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I live in a world of Fantasy
by Tammy Darby
I live in a world of fantasy
Not caring to immerse myself
Into the fountain of reality
The waters of actuality offer no joy
To a soul that has retreated to another plane
It is true I am reclusive
At times irritating and demanding
Extremely reclusive
I confess I am unconventional
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I always listen
by Bogdan Dragos
He was older than me
by a good eight years
he felt worthy to give me life
advice
I agreed.
It’s my personal rule. Never turn away
from a tale. Listen to anything
and everyone when they’re willing to share.
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songless bird
by Bogdan Dragos
a songless bird
that would be the nicest
name she’d been
called
the others,
far more common,
being
that little wench
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Writers block
by Amelia Pond
I sat and stared for hours
at the nothing that I wrote
today the words just wouldn't come
no I idea would float.
no inspiration took me
no motivation came
all I had to show that day was a blank and empty page
Writers block
by Amelia Pond
I sat and stared for hours
at the nothing that I wrote
today the words just wouldn't come
no I idea would float.
no inspiration took me
no motivation came
all I had to show that day was a blank and empty page
Symphony
by Erica Scott
My hands touch the keys as if I’m to play a masterpiece.
And I am.
Just not one you’re used to.
There is no music,
no beautiful harmony,
no flowy concert dresses,
or sheet music on the stand.
There are only words.
Only letters.
My fingers type the things unspoken,
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Ctrl-Alt-Del
by Erica Scott
I’m afraid these words are beginning to feel too real,
the commas are forgetting to separate.
I’m afraid my mind is stuck in that place,
far from where I’m going,
close to where I hate.
I’m afraid that I’m becoming the very stories I write to erase.
Cursive
by David Littman
Cursive is a form of writing
It flows from a to b
Faster than printing alphabet letters
Saving time to set you free
Joining letters into words
A form of expressing one’s thoughts
Documents a perspective
That others may have brought
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mother forbade feeding the poor thing
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a dog outside and it kept
barking for some reason
Ah yes, it was chained
and the chain was terribly short
and the poor animal was hungry
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it
No, mother wanted it
to die
because it had been father’s dog,
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