By John Patrick Robbins On another night like any other. I will pen the lines I lived once Now I bleed them alone. Fading like ink soon forgotten with time. We all have our hang ups. I know the wind can't tell stories and my soul cannot bare the complete truth. Old friends , … Continue reading “Scraps of Emptiness”
Micropoem by Virginia R Macy
My Life in a Few Words. By Virginia R Macy On Oct. 15th, 2018 at 10:14 pm Reality Is So hard to hold onto now That my life is mine
The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
By Linda Imbler The construct of realized man is the ultimate conceit. The finished image of man is a blasphemous myth. We must never believe our desire for perfection was consummated. We must never resist evolution to then be threatened with the sword of Damocles. Life should be transformation. Change should be life’s very quality. … Continue reading The Pinnacle Unrealized is Our Only Hope
“Quiet as the Spider”
By Thomas Page “But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.” —Gustave Flaubert Madame Bovary Routine is weaved like gossamer outside My kitchen window—its strength, its splendor … Continue reading “Quiet as the Spider”
#MicroPoetryChallenge Entries!
We wanted to do something a little different here and decided to hop on the trend of Twitter poetry. The challenge was to tweet up to seven lines and we got some really cool poems. Thank you to everyone who participated and maybe we'll do another Twitter challenge in the future.
“One Last Reprise”
By John Patrick Robbins These are the last pages I will ever write for you. My lines are far to worn my thoughts spent in false hopes now buried by my ever clear and present vices. Tears no longer remain, and the storm washed clean ever present reminder that I can never truly drink … Continue reading “One Last Reprise”
“A Letter To A Stranger”
By John Patrick Robbins Dear Stranger, We met so many years ago now I see you through such different eye's. Aged and broken like most older men. You poison your life and everyone around you either died or no longer can recall you're name. I believe I saw you thrown out of some bar off … Continue reading “A Letter To A Stranger”
Haiku 235-245
By Thomas Page 235 Fleet of abandoned Ships Rest In Peace in water Of the Potomac 236 Dragonflies hover Over nameless golden plants Cultivated there 237 July afternoons— An easel of sunshine and Baked cloudy skies 238 What fresh berries found Like a greenman blushing at Unexpected guests 239 Fire in … Continue reading Haiku 235-245
Poems by Anne Mikusinski
Submission Anxiety I release my words And most of my heart Into an abyss Of scrutiny And unknown evaluation. And attempt To be More zen And less maternal As I let them go. Reflections Close to Closing Time It's three minutes past The last time I checked I'm so informed As … Continue reading Poems by Anne Mikusinski
Poems by Allison Grayhurst
The River Toads and kestrels shape the river’s being. Being what? But song and bird’s breath and even lovers who need her current, her living fury that communes equally with the sun and moon. Seedlings and butterflies, the river engulfs all in her rushing blood. Death reflects beautifully in her foaming shine. … Continue reading Poems by Allison Grayhurst
Academy of the Heart And Mind 