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To James

We walk in the ocean against the tide.
We hold on tightly to survive the ride.

This life is not easy
This love not in vain
We try to walk closer
We try to sustain

There are times when our hold breaks
And one of us will fall.
But the other stands near wanting and waiting to answer their lovers call.

The sun comes out briefly through the dark gloomy skies.
We know it won't last but our hope never dies.
This is a rough road that we lead in life.
But there'll never be a day
I regret being your Wife!

Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2007

Snow Angels

Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.

Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.

Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.

Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2012

Living a Lie

Putting on a show is so easy for you,
Your image is so important to you,
Say impressive words, sounds good,
But you don't do it, as you should.

So you think life's like a coin,
that has two faces,
Real life's not like that,
You can't live in two places.

Living a lie will catch up to you,
at the end of the day.
Your lies will be discovered,
and you will have to pay.

Does your guilty conscience,
Let you sleep well at night?
The truth will be discovered,
when he shines the light.

John Derek Hamilton 
January 30,2013  revised and shortened October15,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015



The Little Things

The Little Things________________________________________________________________
By post script

When you said never let go, when you would call just to call or text me just to text

When you would say I just wanted to hear your voice, when you say I love you

When you touch just to feel or ask just to know, when you would call in the middle of the night

When you showed up and I wasn’t expecting you

The simple hug or kiss goodbye would bring a tear to my eye, and send a cold chill down my spine, because forever I wanted to be by your side

When you would say I was just thinking about you, when you say remember the time…

When you whispered, bit, or blew in my ear, when you were yourself around me

When you didn’t have to put on a mask or act out a play, when you were like a best friend that meant so much more to me

When you didn’t have to keep any secrets, when you knew just how to make me laugh or smile

When you knew all my likes and dislikes, when you let me love you for the simple fact that we had something stronger than trust

When I had to protect you from all that you feared

When each and every day we would sink like quicksand deeper and deeper into each other’s love

When our love was longer than time, when you said I wish I could stay in your arms forever

When you said I love everything about you, when you left a long voicemail on my phone just to say I’m thinking about you

When we didn’t care what others said, when we talked on the phone all day

When we would just stare into each other’s eyes, when we didn’t have to talk

When we shared all kinds of little moments, when we would have all kinds of stupid good and bad moments

When I thought it couldn’t get any better it got great, when I made you smile and laugh

When I didn’t have to worry, when you kissed me through the phone

When you were my better half, when you brought out the best in me

When you were the best thing that ever happened to me, when you squeezed my hand tight

When it was, it was
When it felt like it would be forever, then you said I love you a ton

Then just like that, all the little things were done. 

P.S. when will forever be forever?

Copyright © Roses Roses | Year Posted 2016

The Rose

THE  ROSE

Her heart with fragrant beauty shows
The womb her silken hands enclose
But curling fingers edged with gold
Must wither soon as they grow old
And as her petals curl with age
To gently fall like turning page
They will in memory oft repeat
To us a scent that lingers sweet

Copyright © Radical Rooney | Year Posted 2016

Just Another Beer

Just another beer
To strip away the fear,
Just a couple more
And I'll be down to the core. 
It's where I like to be
It's there that I find me.

Copyright © Mike Miller | Year Posted 2017

Cold Cliffs

Years have taken me to the top of the mountain,
The arrow of misunderstanding pierces me again
To the cliffs of hope pushed by words
from the bottom, fast water invites me.
*
The waters are deep, black, cold
my soul dives, tired.
Alien breeze, the mean breeze
my love down the waves blows away.
*
I drink bitterness, I swallow
I give up...
while the crying of the child haunts me.
*
In a tin box down the road.
My chest threw under the hot water.
The soul drained down the drain.
The peace is brought to me by the linen cloth.
-----

Copyright © Maximilian G. Wolf | Year Posted 2021

Leaving This World For Good

Leaving this World for Good (IFL)

                            
                             Back from a second surgical treatment
                                    Lasting several frightful hours,
                                  I was lying on bed, unconscious,
                                     Faint and without any power;

                                With the eyes still closed all over,
                                  With gloomy darkness all around,
                                      In the quietude of the room 
                                One could hardly hear a single sound;

                             Soon the chloroform within waned away;
                                 Now the whole body pined with pain,
                              Now the bowels seemed to be torn apart
                            Now the affliction seemed to reach the brain;

                              Now the unmoving body changed its hue;
                                  With dripping eyes beloved relatives,
                               Bewildered and knowing not what to do,
                             All prayed for the Lord to assuage the pain;

                                  But, alas the pain became more acute
                                     And relatives fearing for my safety
                                 Sought the mercy of the Supreme Lord
                                     And the clemency of the Almighty.

                                With the pain now unduly hard to bear,
                                     I slightly closed my feeble eyes, 
                                    And that no one might at all hear,
                                    Silently prayed for endless hours;

                                   Soon a small, seamless ray of light 
                                       Invisible to the human eye
                                    Escaped from my unmoving body
                                        And flitted away towards the sky;

                                   As the light mounted up high apace
                                    And glided towards the open space
                                 It seemed like…l was leaving this world
                          It seemed like I was leaving this world for good.


Written by Krishnanand Guptar
 On 8 February 2023

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023

The Moon's Purpose

As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for
 this day's receipts. 
When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or 
 hellish holes of the waning moon.
Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the
 selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light, shaming their souls
 into hiding what could be theirs: a plethora of pleasantness that fills their
 pockets with sweetness like that of fresh, sweet, new corn.
Hearts are healed - yielding to hope - happiness unending!
The moon's choice is mute, neither will any sound escape its voice.
It's only a silent reminder of our daily deeds, which deposits deepen
Its heavenly or hellish holes.
The moon goes to sleep as the fingertips of sun rays dance down, 
 barely touching our shadows.
As a new day dawns, will our choices this day make David's harp sing with
 melodious mirth?
Or will we weep like the drowned sailor never again to walk upon the earth?
Our decisions shape us and the path we take.
We'll plant our seeds, sow, then reap, our hands wrapped tightly around our 
 rake. Pressed to choose, light or darkness, we give our portion to the moon's
 silent take.
In the last hours as ever the moon will bury our garbage or glee tonight.
A daily task it must make, neither with disdain or delight.
Your master is your shadow and it
 will take you where Angel's sleep.
 or down into the treacherous tunnels of earth's unholiest places.
While the silent moon ever hangs and waits upon our choices.
It is always mute behind our voices.
We command and drill out madness.
We choose our fate and forcibly state.
Our seeds we plant remain the same, with our hands wrapped tightly 
 around our rake, we reap, then sow, our 
 choosing begats our harvest.
Tonight's moon will fill and show
Day's daily deeds of bitter fruit or tinder truth, that will root.
Our deeds dug deep.
Lying in the moon's pockets.
Reflecting light amid the darkness.
We reach again for our rake,
While the moon wages tonight will make
To destroy or create -
 and will always be our binding mate.

Copyright © Ellen Boyle | Year Posted 2024

Tired Soul

Tired Soul

In the morning light, my bones feel heavy,  
Each breath is a whisper, a plea to be free.  
The sun spills gold, but I see only gray,  
A weary heart trudging through another day.

Coffee steams, but it offers no cheer,  
The weight of my thoughts is all I can hear.  
Dishes pile high, a mountain of dread,  
Each task a reminder of what’s left unsaid.

I shuffle through shadows, I wear my dull skin,  
A smile’s just a mask for the turmoil within.  
Time drips like honey, too thick to escape,  
I’m caught in a cycle, a worn-out landscape.

Even the laughter of friends feels like rain,  
It washes over me, but I’m lost in the pain.  
I nod and I smile, but inside I’m a ghost,  
A flicker of warmth that I miss the most.

The night wraps around me, a blanket of sighs,  
I lie in silence, where hope slowly dies.  
Each star feels so distant, a flicker of light,  
Yet here in my darkness, I’m losing the fight.

Oh, to feel vibrant, to dance with the sun,  
But the spark has faded, the battle’s not won.  
I long for the moments when joy felt alive,  
Now I’m just surviving, not sure how to thrive.

So I whispered a prayer to the universe wide,  
For strength in my bones, for peace deep inside.  
But tonight I am tired, my soul wears thin,  
A weary wanderer, where dreams have 
grown dim.

KM

Copyright © Kimberlee Murguia | Year Posted 2025

fly fly high in sky

fly fly high in sky
oh my!you bird so fly high in sky
oh little bird can you tell me
how high is sky
oh little bird can you tell me
how beatuiful is sky

fly fly high in sky
oh my!you bird so fly high in sky
oh little bird can you tell me
how big is sea
oh little bird can you tell me
how beautiful is sea

fly fly high in sky
oh my!you bird so fly high in sky
oh little bird can you tell me
how big is this world you see
oh little bird can you tell me
how beautiful is this world

fly fly high in sky
oh my!you bird so fly high in sky
oh little bird can you tell me
how big forest can be
oh little bird can you tell me
how beautiful are forest

fly fly high in sky
oh my!bird fly high in sky
and see the beauty of this world

Copyright © yukta negi | Year Posted 2025

Echoes of Quiet

Fabricated Fears Feed the Fidgety Figure
Debuting Damaged Desires and Disguised Daydreams
Beaten till Black and Bloody, Betrayed Beliefs of Betterment
Firmly Fooled, Formidably Far From Fate — Finally Free

Copyright © Ryan Weston | Year Posted 2025

Signed, From The Floor

I cannot write what I do not feel.
I cannot feel what I do not know.
To write without passion
is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep,
to mourn the soil and not the dead,
to beg meaning from dust
and call it poetry.

I lie on the floor of my bathroom
just to feel the weight of my bones.
Cool tile against warm flesh,
as if the divide between body and ground
might spark something
some rebellion of thought
against the white noise of nothing.

I scroll the blank screen,
cursor blinking like a flatline.
There is no pulse,
no poem.

And still I return
no better than the hand
that finds comfort in the bottle,
each stanza a swig,
each line a confession.
I only write when I’m bleeding.
I only bleed when I’m empty.

Copyright © olivette nomoore | Year Posted 2025

Why I Write

Why I Write


He asks why I write

And I say I must

Because the words, you see

Flow as easy as blood in my veins 

The pen as natural as the air I breathe

Without it, I explain

The maze of my mind couldn't handle it 



He asks how I write

And I say that my method cannot be taught

For my words are etched into me, stuck to my skin

My story swept back like my hair, ready to come loose

If I taught him my way

It just wouldn't be the same



He asks where I write

And I say that it can be anywhere

Hidden in my mind waiting for a chance to be free

In the comfort of my bed, or the cold of a desk

Anywhere, I explain

I can write, as long as it comes ultimately from the heart



He asks who I write about

And I pause

My heart races faster than my thoughts have ever dared

My eyes soften like they've never been hurt before

I question his questions

As if it could be anyone but him?

Copyright © Nora Brand | Year Posted 2025

LIFE

LIFE
Youth gives us sparkle and energy, we are invincible, strong with memory.
Life’s chapters open and close, some long, some brief or quick dose.
The episodes get grayer as we cruise through junctions, while continuing with purpose.
Life is a voyage, full of bumps, tears, laughs and memories
Our world can change in the blink of an eye.
Forks in the road, which path to follow, hesitating to make a decision.
Humans, like the revolving seasons, will change, the journey differs for all
The aging process, a percentage of survivors persist.
Life’s road is a passage, this existence, how we each deal with the distance.
Looking back at our journey, those emotions we encountered
Love, fear, helplessness, anger, heartache, contentment and excitement.
Life differs for all on the trek we travel, where does the time fly to?
Cherish and embrace the good, learn from mistakes, gain strength to carry on.
On this highway we travel, may it be trouble free with the kiss of good health,
Until the day we die.


Copyright © Debbie Farrell | Year Posted 2025

The greatest of gifts

Sat alone again, sipping a few 
The old whiskey jar
It's as empty as you
Now you're gone I can see 
All that you did
Just one more day
To be your friend

They say to live
Each day as your last
The reality is
We're all tied to a mast
Don't dream away 
These ideas that you have
Because the moment is now
Just remember to laugh

I think it's the greatest of gifts
If you've got some then share it with friends
We don't know when this ride will end
Just where it begins

We don't have much time
To have a good time

Copyright © Robert Harwood-Stamper | Year Posted 2025



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