twenty-five small jade
buddhas sit in the window
waiting to be bought
-- Rod Drake (Votes: 8)  |
winter aproaches
working years are finishing
spring will not return
-- tieton (Votes: 8) |
Yellow jelly beans,
yum yum yum,
so much lemony flavor,
-- Anonymous (Votes: 8) |
Water drips down,
from pans own hand,
as it rains upon us,
-- S (Votes: 8) |
Phantom flame,
a warm wicker,
beauty of the dark night,
-- S (Votes: 8) |
Blood pours from mouth,
the undead is back,
rise of a vampire,
-- S (Votes: 8) |
Time comes in trial
Steeps of meandering thought,
Fractal memories.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 7) |
Morning ritual,
The day's greeting between us:
No intimacy.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 7) |
Melancholia
And the subtle shift of dusk,
Darkly dropping night.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 7) |
Identity shouts
Through a forest fog of language:
Murky mess of thought.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 7) |
The summer shade shifts,
In a momentary time
Of June and quiet.
-- William B. Deutscher (Votes: 7) |
Vending machines,
so many snacks,
so much diversity,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
Bullet fly high,
out of long tubes,
like birds of lead,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
The ugly old crone,
the poet prodigy,
and the dreamer unite,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
Golden sun,
pitch black moon,
the gods of day and night,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
Feels so good,
let it all out,
bad day on potty,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
Dragonfly,
crystal eyes,
flutter in the sky,
-- S (Votes: 7) |
The snake awakens,
As a cry cuts through the night,
From a far off prey.
-- PBgreenman (Votes: 7) |
