Category: Poetry
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Symphony of Spring by Jim Bates
The sun glows mellow on a warming dayA light breeze from the south caresses cattailsDown near the pond songs fill the airBlack birds chiming a chorus of red wingsNearby a babbling stream of snow melt rushingA melody of life, a symphony of spring. Jim Bates is an award-winning author who…
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To the Rabbit Hole by Martin Indars
“Fear not the rabbit hole.It is warm, safe and securefrom the shredding above.”—Nitram Sradni The best burrow deep, blindly so,to either nowhere or nowhere you know.With nothing from above but a broken clock,the below echoes the best of our dreams. So down, down, down the rabbit hole we goslowly, freely,…
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Resplendent by Jim Bates
All day longSnow fallingBlanketingBarren brown groundA white delightA wintery makeoverHushed and lovelySoft and peacefulSilently sublimeLand resplendentIn delightfulCalm. Jim Bates is retired and lives in a small town in Minnesota. He enjoys walking, reading, and writing.
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Teddy Bear by David Perry
His black marble eyes,cracked as a satellite crashed in the night,have filed in their dark, quiet mirrorsthe memories of my childhood. His threaded smile–frayed, crooked, loosened–is finally lost in the mattingof faux fur; fine fur, nearly bare,scarce from reckless, prying hands. Neither of us see very clearly now. We are…
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Hcaeb by Joey Bernert
(Hcaeb is a poem in reverse, or in retreat) From just after sunriseuntil the sun crowned at noon,I stood knee-deep in lakewater,tearing at the weedsthat clung like guiltto the shoreline.I started before the cicadas sang,before the heat rose off the sand like steam,before I could talk myself out of it.…
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PROMPTS for Taras by John Cole
“People worry that computers will get too smart and take over the world, but the real problem is that they’re too stupid, and they’ve already taken over the world.”— Pedro Domingos Write an extended free verse poemof about 350 words in twelve stanzasof roughly equal length,in the manner of a…
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Echoing Hark by Victoria Brennan Fowler
Leave the missing shingle.It witnessed bare feet climbingto smoke a bowl before bed–a secret no one ever knew.. Leave the pothole, because why fix what everyone avoids? Leave the dead cockroach in the basementbecause it remembers the day you were born. Leave the hole in the screenbecause the memories want to…
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Existence as a Lost Shell in a Troubled Sea by Scout Boriga
When the sapphire waves brush this crystal beach,Does the truth of my kaleidoscope vision becomeThe lifeblood of an entity I have never touched? That horizon winks at me, perfect blue, perfectSynchrony with the beating, beating frequency ofThat droning hum in my stomach. The sand in my toes, golden rays of…

