Hanging on the rope-
lost among the old clothes
the moon's kimono
-- Vasile Moldovan (Votes: 30)  |
awakened again,
the first work day of the year...
sleeping white kitty
-- Voidious (Votes: 26) |
My cat queen
motion poet
velvet pads
-- Thomas C Carman (Votes: 29) |
ghost of the flame
wreathing around
the now cool wick
-- arpeggio (Votes: 23) |
Through the mall I run,
Firing off my Machine gun,
People think Im nuts!
-- =DeStRoY= (Votes: 21) |
like a waterfall,
the yang breath just pushes on...
even in autumn!
-- Voidious (Votes: 27) |
bottle of Purell
brings memories of summer...
chilly air tonight.
-- Voidious (Votes: 19) |
serving me all day,
constantly rubbing my hand:
my spiral notebook.
-- Voidious (Votes: 31) |
half-inch piece of chalk
sitting unused in the tray
never used again
-- Voidious (Votes: 24) |
Ideas may run out
Then I will have naught to write
String together words
-- Gattman (Votes: 29) |
Perhaps time is spent
better when working on
your own web site. Ha!
-- Gattman (Votes: 29) |
Haiku can be fun
But it can take much work
Like coding java
-- Gattman (Votes: 27) |
Linux shall rule soon
It will overcome Gates
But now it still grows
-- Gattman (Votes: 17) |
absorbing the warmth,
reflecting the summer's light:
Chenresig statue.
-- Voidious (Votes: 33) |
a warm summer night,
on my bed I meditate...
colors go away.
-- Voidious (Votes: 17) |
a student arrives,
early like the rest of us...
air conditioned room
-- Voidious (Votes: 23) |
so why the plunder,
this is our only home,
worship the planet.
-- joseph mcninney (Votes: 30) |
worship a woman,
she bares the seeds of all life,
love her forever.
-- joseph mcninney (Votes: 19) |
