Tagged: poem

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Reflexivity

I set out to write a poem, and turned out a cliché; a pretty little cliché, like a rose but a little better than just a rose; not a red rose — like a...

Contemporary Haibun Online, Holding Hands 0

Reconciliation

Contemporary Haibun The Camry pulls up. I shut the TV and make it to the vestibule. Open the cracked front door before she can. She looks at me. Her hesitation, anticipation and hurt—there for...

Freestyle Poems About Life, Window Vase 2

Watching Too

Freestyle Poems   Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...

London 0

Two Minutes Silence

Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....

People are Carousels 0

Carousels

You fear the lost the judgement in their eyes the vanishing smile while the sun burns your skin and dies. Why are you hurting? People are carousels. They turn and turn and turn and...

Sad Girl 1

Sinking Spirit

There are days when I am in the light Yet it’s arms cannot touch me Days when there are songs of laughter And my soul cannot hear My mind runs too fast in reverse...

Sparrow 0

Contemplations for a Sparrow

I have some contemplations for a sparrow When you perch Wrap your claws around Do not flap your wings Perch The wind will rustle the leaves And you may judge yourself clinging But in...

Moody 0

Existential Right of a Cliche

Your eyes, a moon-soaked shard of heaven, your face, luciform lilt of sea; I scarcely breathe, lying with you, love, now, my heart so jammed with awe; crammed with the varied parts of you;...

Contemporary Haibun Poem, Don't Just Stand There 0

Observation

Contemporary Haibun Poem   The silence unnerves me. My questions are met with their sealed lips and indifferent eyes. Outside our classroom, dappled Maple leaves collapse onto concrete. Time passes. My failing lesson tightens...

Wheat Field 0

The Fields

Sometimes ideas breeze through my mind as winds in a wheat field That ebb and flow in the misty haze, dancing a dance they cannot ever have learned And I think that is the...

Love Poems, Me and the Balloons

First

Love Poems   There is a face I love. A skin I crave to press against. Eyes I never refuse. Ears perked and stretched at my wrestling cries. Hands I must handle. Legs that...

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Angels

Young angels plucked from beds, and draped in Gucci. Wings clipped before they even knew they could fly, reduced to perfect camera captured catwalk steps. Shoulders forward, pelvis forward, eyes forward. Do not fear...