summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the white rose of lips; sewn a monolith exchanging, in perfidy, a child at the river… Read More This night.
Love; hate, lies go both ways. To check out more of ShaePoems’ work, go here.
At that moment the world seemed to fit a glimpse of your eyes. Your embrace is my gravity. Your kiss breathed new life within me. But now you’re gone and my world is spinning out of control. I found my new source of gravity that was within me. And at this moment the whole world… Read More “At that moment” by ShaePoems.
Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
deepens / the eye / and mawkish suckle the moon’s breast to the tree and their leaf white fingers dead / to broken bone and dust to a fitful dreaming / oxbow shores I leave like the foot of a spore / and a sea dying finds me alone. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
I drink my cappuccino Write poems in a caff And as Americans might say My lines can give a laugh Now thankfully America Has come to my rescue Without their helpful accent My lines would sound unskew. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
Dancing in the night, you and I, And laughing in delight. You only recently became a Daydream but have always been here, Running beside me as I Escape the reality around me, And chase the dreams that Mock my deepest fears. Not my most brilliant piece of work, but hey, writing this poem inspired two… Read More “Daydream” by C. Wesley Tanner.
With the clouds in front, it’s a filthy sky. With the sands flying by, it’s a dirty gust. With the drops filled unjust, it’s a muddy rain. But for the greens in pain, and the boys of vain, and the ones insane, it’s a lovely day. To check out more of adreamy1’s work, go here.
has died, beautiful dreamer; the sea is a language of loneliness, legs struck in the waves to the break of oaks and I finally arrived to the holes in the ocean, to in a dream I’ve left behind. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. A/N: Written in response to the Go Dog Go Cafe’s prompt:… Read More to in a dream.
While the sky is a beautiful blue Inside the house, lies a shrunken flower with a half-dead dream. To check out more of adreamy1’s work, go here.
Spooks, the ghost, was swaying in his spot, Spooks, the ghost, saw a great ink pot! Silly little Spooks wanted something to drink, Silly little Spooks gulped down the whole blue ink! And many still don’t believe it to be true, But poor little Spooks turned all blue! And do you expect Spooks to sit… Read More “Spooks and the Blue Ink” by Snehal Suhane.
Poet Don reporting From the weath bureau Rain is falling up today Thought you’d like to know Thanks. Good to know…. You’re welcome…. Poet Don is from the illustrious Poets Society We are honoured to have him here with us today To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
Death in the ocean only comes once upon the prose tree in my mind, there is a darkness in the lithe stillness of autumn oaks now gone, as olive flowers; a fantasy heartless in horizon by Rome hills, a sea of loss is what we lost before to the ebbing across the fight… Read More death in the ocean.
flowers for you bursting like a ghost; red and white violets that were in a market shop your eyes hunted them and they were yours; as the street calls out in loneliness the telephone replays with your voice engraved in a blue marble vase by the sea gone. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Left like the waves to death alone they would in velveteen legs of the sea be on the stillness of father’s ankle; a withering of loneliness I mourn in the tree I fell. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
I’m just a poor struggle-ing poet I know I’ve got it down below The trouble, gets caught on my intestine My metaphors get stuck and can’t show I’m told I do well writing nonsense A genre few bloggers blog on I bought training books from my op shop To build up my knowledge upon. Don… Read More “I Got Trouble. My Intestine Gets in the Way” by Don Matthews.
A/N: Inspired by this sketch prompt. Eyes lissom, lost twinned in amnesia of darkness wrapped around the orphaned dream interwoven alone leave me alone; in transient smoke effused light and light then darkness crowned with arms around the stillness & blood-flow in droplets under the tides to the rocks at sea. © 2020 lucysworks.com All… Read More Eyes #2
lonely, born in the ecstasy this root of blood; walk away into the forbidden, unmade road split and wounded, eternally with revived memory, the stranger of winter shadows into the dark planetary motion, the insanity picked from flowers will too go on as we walk away. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
at mind’s end, the winter sets the dawn, coffee and creamer, while the silent encroachment blossoms in the ripe mist. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Hello and Happy Earth Day everyone. I hope you are all doing well and safe wherever you are. There is only one week left until my poem collaboration closes. The theme concerns of freedom, how it impacts you, and what it means to you. It is a collaborative effort from the WordPress Community to create… Read More Collaboration Poem Ends In One Week.