Lingering, or: Ready to depart

Poetry Partners #92 'Lingering Soul', a poem by Maitreyee Telang of 'Empty's Blog' She was like a preserved flower, Unique and delicate, So exquisite, The beauty, itself, was scared, To breathe, In case, it altered her in some way. She was like the moon, Incomparable and mysterious, A side of her so dark, That the… Continue reading Lingering, or: Ready to depart

Empty, or: Broken

Poetry Partners #44 A poem by Saint Gaona of 'Saint it so' Looking in the mirror, carving a smile out of the broken promises, watered down dreams. Unable to relate to the reflection , feeling like an out of body experience, experiment for their sick pleasure. Your body a burden to your soul, your soul… Continue reading Empty, or: Broken

I am a poet, or: Aย poem

Poetry Partners #35 'I am a poem', a poem by paeansunplugged of 'paeansunpluggedblog' I am a poem, read me syllable by syllable let the vowels roll around your tongue at will immerse yourself in the free flow of rhythm undulating whimsically in its own rhyme the meter; sometimes measured. But oft not! Read me at… Continue reading I am a poet, or: A poem

She was him, or: He was her

Poetry Partners #29 A poem by Yasmin of 'yaskhan' She was him He was her They were one They were free She had eyes that knew His heartโ€™s glow A smile that filled the space When spring made its way to their eyes In the zephyrโ€™s abracadabra All the places they were at a loss… Continue reading She was him, or: He was her

Despite, or: Because of confusion

My 2nd Palindrome poem Why is poetry magical Written absorbingly such that Wonder comes forth -BAM- We are utterly consumed Self-indulgently reading while Questioning wordsmiths leaves Broad-mindedness unchecked Poets manipulate thoughts Creativity thriving inspiring Despite that ~ -Confusion- ~ That despite Inspiring thriving creativity Thoughts manipulate poets Unchecked broad-mindedness Leaves wordsmiths questioning While reading self-indulgently… Continue reading Despite, or: Because of confusion

Transfer, or: Orientation

A 'Found Poem' Based on Peter Schneider's poem 'Lost in Plain Sight' I wake up, waiting, wanting to speak my mind, I think. Why do I have this empty cup clenched in my right hand? To fill in with... name, date? I greet my neighbor (isn't her name Susan?) with trivia, punch line. She smiles… Continue reading Transfer, or: Orientation

Am, Are, or: Always

no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always