Current poems in progress...

Blonde bomber
---Anonymous
everso somber
---OPTIMUS PRIME, CYBERTRON
Why damp is the dynamite
---Simon Rowe, Japan
Fearless, into the Light
---Polly, Perth Australia

The Sun peaks into the Day
---Anonymous
To scavenge a star or two from Night
---Anonymous
lines her pockets with luminous dust
---Anonymous
skips to the shadows of silent turning
---Anonymous
repairs to the mocking bird's cry
---Anonymous
and rests easy on the silhouette
---Anonymous
of the once slumberous city
---Anonymous

very nice direction

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very nice double j.j.

a reason to write, a reason to sing
---wlh
without pain, what are these things?, but hollow lies and memories
---wlh
a truth to frame, a lie to believe
---Anonymous
to make the future more necessary
---Anonymous
A reason to think, a reason to give
---renaissance
Without generosity, how would we live?
---Anonymous, Michigan, USA

The eyes have stolen the truth,your soul awakens
---classic38
Dispair embraces your every thought
---classic38
Have you forsaken reality for redemption
---classic38
Does time heal all wounds or simply mask them
---classic38
They pretend healing and leave a shadow of pain in the scar
---Anonymous

Classic 38 "Does time heal all wounds or simply mask them" is a brilliant line. It is a stand alone line. A poem unto itself.
jd

The autumn leaves are falling on her grave
---Arlette
like gold and crimson teardrops from the sky
---Arlette
the live is wave after wave
---Jan Havelka, Brno, Czech republic
I should never let her die!
---Jan Havelka, Brno, Czech republic
I must accept that it's too late.
---Ellen R., USA

THIS IS GREAT. IT EXPRESES HOW I FEEL ABOUT MY WIFE WHEN SHE DIED

electric shock why do you linger, why must I invite in more than I can handle
---alice

I saw beauty today. ever conflicted I sit. my hands smell like freah cut potatoes. my free will escaping me is it enough to know what is real or do I need to become part of the outside
---Anonymous
my instinct bites at my insides like fire ants of truth as I stagger forward into my mediocrity
---Anonymous

faded ...
---Drm
booming from
---Drm
deep within my awareness
---Drm
... as i sit here ...
---Drm
questioning ...
---Drm
this so-called "existence"
---Drm
... faded ...
---Drm
keeps resonating ...
---Drm
like a heartbeat ... in a panic
---Drm
these pages ... these poetic hallways ...
---Drm
have continued ... despite my empty seat ....
---Drm
my absent voice ...
---Drm
my yellowed-out pages, unmoved ..
---Drm
untouched .... faded ....
---Drm
i ...
---Drm
only reminded ..... of ...
---Drm
faraway memories ...
---Drm
old hearts, new friends ...
---Drm
battered soul, wishful future
---Drm
a toast of success ...
---Drm
a path ... i could call ....
---Drm
my own
---Drm
now ... those words ....
---Drm
this so-called "existence"
---Drm
deep within my awareness
---Drm
.... faded ....
---Drm
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---Drm

The Route To All Roads
---classic38

Each decision made has untold consequences
Whether good or bad, once the choice is made
it must play out to its entirity
Every choice will be different
a reward, a lesson, a heartache
But it also brings wisdom
to those open enough to see them.
We all must make our own decisions
even those with regrets are lessons
if you extract the evil from it
I do not preach, I do not judge
I merely exist as a wanderer
down the Route to all roads...............Classic38

please don't give up on me
---Anonymous