New Poems


 

Title Poet
Mother. Mother.
mother,
mother...
beresford mitchell poet by beresford mitchell
on 7/23/2014
In the waiting room
Sitting on a plastic chair
in the waiting room
Anna Garland poet by Anna Garland
on 7/23/2014
Haiku And Fruit
sweet color brightens
citrus in dancing sunlight
Kyle Schlicher poet by Kyle Schlicher
on 7/23/2014
THEY CAN NOT KILL THEIR WILL لايقدرون على قتل ارادتهم
ستكون سنة 2014 مثل اي سنة و لكنها آمل و اتمنى انها ستحمل في طياتها كل انواع ا
MOHAMMAD SKATI poet by MOHAMMAD SKATI
on 7/23/2014
Short Circuited To Ignite
Those heartless to be hotwired,
And short-circuited to ignite enduring pain...
Lawrence S. Pertillar poet by Lawrence S. Pertillar
on 7/23/2014
waiting for Autumn
I love that girl
And youll know how much
Frederick J.B. Moore II poet by Frederick J.B. Moore II
on 7/23/2014
In Gratitude
A World aside All others,
You've given this to me,
Sandra Feldman poet by Sandra Feldman
on 7/23/2014
My life
My life is at stake
and my future is in the sky,
Abekah Emmanuel poet by Abekah Emmanuel
on 7/23/2014
Hook-Nosed Barbra
Let's worship demi-god & great soul Mohandas Gandhi the martyr
who for India nakedly bedded down with his naked grand daughter
Richard Thripp poet by Richard Thripp
on 7/23/2014
the desert knows whats up
when the waves taste my toes
and foam around my ankles,
Mandolyn ... poet by Mandolyn ...
on 7/23/2014
three legged race
tonight i saw a thousand balloons
in the twilight of the sun
lee fones poet by lee fones
on 7/23/2014
The Sounds Of Sorrow
The sounds of sorrow:
Soft whimpers under cover
Midnights Voice poet by Midnights Voice
on 7/23/2014
Breathless
Loving you was suicide
it causes my self-destruction
Chelsy Schuman poet by Chelsy Schuman
on 7/23/2014
Your Difficult Test
Only a few more days
To get through the haze
Mark Kosek poet by Mark Kosek
on 7/23/2014
New Orleans Cries
A tragedy so real, yet unforeseen
Swept through the streets of New Orleans
Monica Lanier poet by Monica Lanier
on 7/23/2014
The Heat of the Sun
The searing heat of the hot summer sun
shines down unforgivingly upon the baked earth.
Jacqueline Nash poet by Jacqueline Nash
on 7/23/2014
When the Moon Descends
I wake to the caress of her silvery hair upon my belly
Realizing that from the constraints of gravity I am now free
F. J. Thomas poet by F. J. Thomas
on 7/23/2014
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