Tagged: poem 8

Rebel, Freestyle Poetry 1

Old Rebel

Freestyle Poetry   Always right, Always talking at the top of his voice Like a cannon spitting out stones ball Words. Always the revolutionist. The rebel with plenty of changeable causes. He denounces the...

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Delirious with Love

We are free My unconditional Does not require my obedience I obey no one Completely fulfilled The rain is fragrant While my fires are burning And I am consumed Never am I not Soul...

Sun in the Park 0

A Collection of Short Poems

Another Angle Wind loops through the rain. Dark, grey, cloudy silence. No more rocks, worms, and twisted corners to battle with. The sky will be blue from another angle.   Mist It falls, soft...

Inspiration Dive into Unknown 1

Inspired To Dream

I rest in a state of suspended consciousness. I am aware of all things, around me, beneath me and above. I relate to many and often make them dream. I tell them to never...

The Catcher in the Rye 0

Reason

We read for a reason, Not just to pass the time. Those seconds are offered up. Every chapter a simple ritual renewed. In the small hours those moments return, Leaked out in the thickened...

Waiting III 0

Waiting III

Will you ever know My was combed just so Framing my free face Like a gift with a bow? I see you over there With a self-assured air Watching you just talking Interrupt? I...

Haibun Poetry, Spring Party, Autumn Post 2

Spring Party, Autumn Post

Haibun Poetry   His son’s face is covered in a greenish-yellow goo! Chris holds his daughter, showing an “aw shucks” grin. I stare at his Facebook photo. The last time he called, I knelt...

Diary from an Empire (II) 0

Diary from an Empire (II)

14.08.16 — 4/4 Stars blaze above sea of blood red hope — the promise of our empire. 14.08.29 TSA ravaged my carry-on, CNN says Obama doesn’t have a plan, ISIS has beheaded our son!...

On For Tonight 0

On For Tonight

Lilac shaded blue tops Tearing at the seams Muscling through tough times makes any number of – oh, wait any number picked while stress lingers cross-wise ’round your thigh just say it does and...

Autumn Rain 0

Untitled

To work in art we must see the unknown To brush our commentary upon paper so others may see it, too You may be the only one who reads this And that will be...