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Visionary

Spoken Word Never fed Always full Tries to hold Hands never empty Forever on time Rooms always empty Sometimes glad For the echoes Perhaps the silence Is a cure Only one day It will...

acrostic poem 1

Heart Of Stone

Poem   He was the One, once, she said. Eleven years through good and bad. As a flower, blossoming and fading. Restless was his heart in the heavy day, The girl he died for...

nature poem 0

Now I Leave You For the Birds

Poem   I went for a walk and found you growing in a small clearing of mulch and rocks. Few would hear if the tree of you fell. The birds in your hair would,...

life poem 0

Boomerang

Life Poem Sometimes it comes back… Like cat who’s been away on a spree, Or like the smell of a night flower, Blooming again for the summer. Sometimes it comes back, And it feels...

existencial poetry 0

Beyond the Horizon

Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight...

Reflection poem 0

Vision

Poem   “I still don’t see it.” He sighed. Trying to stay patient, he pointed again. I looked in the direction he indicated, But my vision ended at his fingertip. He rubbed his temples....

poem about desire 0

Small Vein

Poem   Love and then all else Or the ashes, the ashes that Go with taking things to heart One way Handsome looks skew the point Or maybe help it all go someplace I...

poem about desperation 0

There Is No End

Poem   In the darkest tunnel after shadows black and long. He awaits me, with his hands towards me… I am walking like a ghost not afraid of the misty clouds and the cold...

freedom poem 0

The Red Ribbon

Poem   Night music Drifting with a stranger Feeling a slight sense of beautiful danger Trust feels so exciting The world is expanding Smiling at the unknown Dancing, feeling connected Swept away The world...

unfairness poem 0

Today Thoughts

Poem   The sins of our parents Are like past lives, Because finding opportunities Come from bees from the same hives. Someone born to welfare Is never given a chance, Even when they’re smarter...

belonging poem 0

A Place Where I Belong

Poem   I almost always find myself at the little pink house on Rue Saint-Vincent on the Butte Montmartre. I go there to see Amala Landré sing Edith Piaf songs and to see them...

undecided poem 2

That Moment

Poem   That moment when it was you and I laughing in silence, only with eyes, a moment you were close, but far away. That moment when the sun was rising, although it was...