They pronounced me dead
even though I dance and sing.
I am Poetry.
-- ritebrayn (Votes: 23)  |
Buddha and Christ meet
on a cloud high in heaven
both needing a rest
-- Zenji II (Votes: 20) |
No mistaking it
i must step on the fallen
to follow my dream
-- Colin (Votes: 16) |
Tinkling key stroke blues
Washed out in fleets of summer;
The gray Sunday float.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 12) |
Identity shouts
Through a forest fog of language;
Self-affirmation.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 12) |
Murky mess of thought,
Twitching in the unconscious;
Submerged energy.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 12) |
Chance encounters lie
Dormant in the daily air;
Time's foggy grayness.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 12) |
Frozen blowing white,
And all our plunging lifetimes
Twitch in winter cold.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 9) |
Dissatisfaction:
The yawning stretch of worktime,
In afternoon space.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 8) |
Unfathomable:
Our empty day of language,
And thoughts for the night.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 13) |
snows force elk downhill
farmer drives elk to mountain
no place left to starve
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
small tree by big house
days weeks months seasons and years
small house by big tree
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
pheasant regal on drifts
strutting he oversees all
sometimes he breaks through
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
a murder of crows
sit on a rickety fence
waiting for something
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 10) |
two girls sitting in
the park ignore the light rain,
zen meditation
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 10) |
two girls sitting in
the park ignore the light rain,
zen meditation
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 10) |
winter aproaches
working years are finishing
spring will not return
-- tieton (Votes: 9) |
Mornings are mornings,
Timeless in my tiny world,
My Earth, azure joy.
-- tri tran (Votes: 4) |
