Lately
it has come to my attention how- in the spring- the low lying wetlands scream of frog song- sounding much like squishy squeaking tennis
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by Rhonda Maltbie
Fabric
I write--
Speaking is for those who cannot take the time to realize what is created with the breath of another.
I listen--
I sit in silence for you, I absorb your every essence-- Understand your movement with words.
I throw you--
You see things in black-- I lay deep in beds of colored fields, take fault into consideration. Live life for life and the sheer fabric of love.
by Jayme Terrigno
Sandbox
He wears a red Kool-aid smile Sticky fingers Coated with sand Cars strewn haphazardly Victims of his wrath Denim knees worn Hair chaotically sweet Innocent eyes surveying He tastes some ants The little emperor He is good here He is a god here
by George Charles Grahl
Inside Stars
Beaming blue lights Cast orchids adrift in the mist Of haze and white smoke; Minds whisk through waters of ice and ash. Eyes and hands land in a splash Of sweet perfumed skies, And women and men Become rolled into one. Where echoes stretch across Miles and miles of dusty highways And byways, Short ways and long ways; Believing that endless possibilities Are real and sincere. Disappeared shadows, No longer on the horizon... Never alone Is the light inside stars.
by Alex Goldenberg
Everything Good
i saw fireworks the ones that reach out with heightened arms and pour their radiance upon me in enchanting thoughts of remembrance encompassing me in whispers of sweet memories softly invading my comfort as i let them play their melody upon my strings of time uplifting my senses in their glorious shattered ways remembering moments when i saw fireworks
by Jacklyn Bennett
Appalachian Solstice
silver moonlight weaves lacy threads of mystery over the mountains shadows dancing to the sounds of night life
by Kathleen Patricia Egan
poetic ride on soulful tree
sky glides lower tonight silver stars shine on rivers' hearts light-coral clouds wander above moon smiles like vertical rainbow re-shapes within shadows of my solitary friendship
winds fan the leaves i try to fill my heart with love from empty hands reached out quietness surrounds that shallow stream lying there since birth but somehow still afar from my touch
by Truong Dinh
Endless Hope
When we reach the edge of the inexpressible, what then--a gentle touch, a look of love, a deep sigh, & the intangible endless hope that love can somehow reach out & move the chords of our beloved's heart once more.
by Jim Valero
The Candle's Flame Its dance is hypnotic and divine Swaying sensually, Bathing in its own gentle, warm light, The luminous flames, Efflorescent majestic blue and white, Teasing viewers with its ways, Until at last it breathes its last breath, Only to become a shameful Blistering smoke, But alas, it shall burn again.
by Helki Soraya Weber
Harvest Moon
Breath of morning...Chilling cold, The turning days of fall, Confetti leaves of red and gold. Cascade the garden wall.
Breeze of evening...Night unfolds, A pink October sky, Across the distant meadow, A flock of geese fly by.
Brisk of twilight.. Curtains drawn, There sits a lonely loon, She sings again, her lonely song, Beneath a Harvest Moon.
by Sally Ann Roberts
Epping Forest
Spirit of green engendered in liberty Sweeping across the glanded glades Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief Dancing on shades of sunlit lauded leaves.
Some reveries of buttercups in a sea of grass Sported squirrels where frolicking en-mass A listed gesture abbotted in a shallow ditch Songs of flyers in myrtled melodious pitch.
by Durlabh Singh
Out of Africa
viper slithers slowly winds 'round harsh hook thorn tree sports new eagle talon gashes oozing
by Bonnie Ryan-Gauthier
Watercolors
If I were an artist I would paint you in watercolors. In wispy, wonderful watercolors, that flow freely across canvas, pool into puddles of whimsical display, creating the masterpiece, that is you
by Nancy Ann Russell
Nectar of Love
Deep from the ocean of life where seasons sing, The Muse did the nectar of love to me bring; The thirsty heart did savor every goblet fine, Ah Love! Thou tasteth ever better than wine..
by Sarbajit Roy
sky
How shy the sky, blushing as she dresses in the morning knowing she could hide nothing from any who cared to look upon her last night, and blushing in the evening knowing those eyes are again upon her watching as she disrobes.
by Jeffrey E. Goodman (Wookali)
purple dream
when do you worship a dream, the power is a vision, a purple shadow, of a woman with delicate bare feet.
by Farah Didi
Flight Of The Swallow
In the mist of desire The flight of the swallow appealed to one so cold of heart A flame ignites in the cellar of ice and warms emotions in a dying insignificant The boy who thought he was a man chokes to breathe the passion another man lives Now again the swallow feels the wind against his breast Still wishing for a grain more sand in the glass Always missing what he could never have.
by David Samuel Cameron
Footprints
Bring me a pebble from the shore Listen to the gulls shriek And the thunder roar
Footsteps imprinted in the sand The touch of skin from hand to hand The mist lifts its heavy veil To bare the world beneath
For the morning broke with bright rays The feet that touched the sand now gone But the memories linger on.
by Retha Smit
Strings
Violin's sing... reacquainting old friends. plucking heart stings....
by Cathy Esparza
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