They pronounced me dead
even though I dance and sing.
I am Poetry.
-- ritebrayn (Votes: 23)  |
The World spends millions
on ways to entertain us
while we sit and starve.
-- ritebrayn (Votes: 16) |
white clover
moth lands -
stalk bends
-- Patrick Sneyd (Votes: 16) |
Buddha and Christ meet
on a cloud high in heaven
both needing a rest
-- Zenji II (Votes: 20) |
i hear the songbird
it is calling to me, but
i am deaf to it.
-- Anonymous (Votes: 17) |
Now the wanderers
they follow the lonely path
but they are happy
-- Colin (Votes: 17) |
No mistaking it
i must step on the fallen
to follow my dream
-- Colin (Votes: 16) |
Can you fall in love
With one look into their eyes?
Answers will appear.
-- Anonymous (Votes: 20) |
All the butterflies
Flapping their wings inside me.
Longing to escape.
-- Anonymous (Votes: 18) |
I am spirit and
I am soul. I am wonder.
I am your True Self
-- Colin (Votes: 17) |
Blackberries shrivel
Spider webs stick in hair--
Fruit flies annoy me.
-- Susanne Cox (Votes: 14) |
green moss on the wet roof;
springy shimmering soggy
starlings' comfy bed
-- Ace Cornton (Votes: 18) |
dead grey cement chunk
crumbled from the ha-ha wall
whitewashed by swallows
-- D2 (Votes: 14) |
bent leafy arrow
of Ilkley bracken fallen
among picnickers
-- Pathfoot (Votes: 14) |
woodpecker tapping
on the forest glockenspiel;
tympanic oak clunk
-- Stirling (Votes: 17) |
My back gives pain
I learn to loose dignity
to stand is to cry.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 12) |
I write my haiku
by candlelight in my bed
so quiet outside.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 12) |
Where is the Full Moon
hidden by mist and tall trees
vivid in my mind.
-- Mark Lee (Votes: 12) |
