Writing Poems
“the cupboard light”
by Rikske Kessner
“The Cupboard Light”
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake her.
The house exhaled its silence—
walls warm with sleep,
timber creaking
from the day’s last heat.
......
My Polyglot Pen
by Hébert Logerie
My pen writes in English
My pen writes in French
Mon stylo écrit en français
My pen writes in Spanish
Mi pluma escribe en español
My pen writes in Italian
La mia penna scrive in italiano
My pen writes in Portuguese
Minha caneta escreve em portugues
My pen writes in Creole
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Dusty Poet
by Ghairo Daniels
DUSTY POET
Dust before donkey doomed
a wicked whirlwind
grains of wisdom wrinkle
sand webs
dust devitalise land
here there everywhere nowhere
in eyes, on kitchen table
parched lips unfed
......
away with you before trouble sparks
by Bogdan Dragos
the little building was made of
wood
though it looked sturdy
enough
the high windows were barred
and he could only
see part of the girl’s face
as she called out to him from inside
......
Ode, To Writer's Block
by Leo Warne
Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
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Hammer & Anvil
by Arthur E Knowles
September has surrendered to November;
The once glorious, bright autumn leaves
Have fallen,
Decaying and becoming nourishment
For the rebirth of life next spring,
So the cycle of life can continue,
With the sweet anticipation
Of the new life it will bring.
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where it came from
by Rikske Kessner
"where it came from"
To speak only for myself
is a kind of shelter,
to speak so another can meet me
is a kind of risk.
So, I do what I’ve always done:
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Flowing Like the Wind
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Like the wind
These words flow thru
As they float among the trees
Swaying the branches
Enough to almost break
But don't
We climb the closest
The one that is low to the ground
We sit and listen for the words
Once more
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Muse
by Simrin Khan
Muse
You were my first muse,
Long before my pen knew it's use,
Your eyes and your smile,
Filled words in my heart's aisle,
But you never knew,
Even when my eyes were wet like dew,
Your heart was never mine,
While your presence wrapped me like vines,
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“the cupboard light”
by Rikske Kessner
“The Cupboard Light”
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake her.
The house exhaled its silence—
walls warm with sleep,
timber creaking
from the day’s last heat.
......
