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Missing you.

Submitted by ANC1996 on Tue, 2011-06-28 15:45

Thinking of you
keeps the skies blue.
Theres nothing I love more, than those two.
Skies, and you, a wonderful two.
Bringing me cheer on a thunderous day,
Keeping the bed bugs and monsters away.
With every worry and every fear,
happy thoughts, kept close, are dear.
For I know even when you're not here,
I can look to my heart and know you're there.

The Bundle of Clichés Workshop late entrant

Submitted by loved on Tue, 2011-06-28 14:54

The Bundle of Clichés

But you are a forest of clichés,
Where can I,
Surf some,
For this small bard to participate
And
Yet be no cause for ransom,
Stay handsome
Send to me clichés some
Or else direct me to that well,
Where I can dig deep
And
Ere the cows come home,
All over here at Neopoet sweep
And ere the sunsets,
As it does,
A new bard full of clichés,
At the far horizon
Does ultimately submerge….

Workshop: 
Writing Forms workshop

Tongue-tied in Tallahassie

Submitted by docmaverick on Tue, 2011-06-28 11:36

Allowed the oportunity
to speak with you direct,
I wonder if the words I'd choose
could assist, in trying to inflect;

can't wait for the chance to get to say
all that I feel inside my heart
my troubles are all because I don't know
how to focus, or where to start.

Can't imagine allowing my perfect chance
to fly away in the evening breeze,
I'd be coerced to spend eternity
pleading for chance two, on my knees!

the precision of music on Sunday morning

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Tue, 2011-06-28 08:17

how precise
this life
pulled from Kali's arse,

Sunday bells are ringing
no cause for alarm,
the Spanish choir's
songs of devotionc
like mountains of notes
falling into my city's ears

crows crowing and songbirds
join the attention,
cars miss the stop signs on the
corner of W, 26 street,
nothing happens without
complicity

Love Victorious Evil Conquered / Chiche' Poem Rewrite

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Tue, 2011-06-28 02:00

Guarding my love for you
it’s as hard as heck, when
trying to safely hide my feelings
from hardened jeers.

Keeping my emotions bottled up
Make’s me jittery, when
scorners insist on taunting me
about my lowly status.

This disappointing drama
is far too much to handle
left me gasping for breath
from the endless, stinging, outbursts.

The deriders’ sword of rejection
that my lover’s family aimed at me
touched my heart spewing blood
leaving me pessimistic.

Workshop: 
Cliches and their use

UNGUIDED?

Submitted by scribbler on Tue, 2011-06-28 00:06

Blindly through our days we stumble
too often lacking guidance
or even basic information
upon which to lend ourselves direction.
Is it any wonder at all
how oft we fall?

But our natures being what they are,
each time we fall we arise
to again proceed toward....what?
Far too many times we lack even a goal.
How can it then come as a surprise
that we often seek what we despise?

Become Yesterday

Submitted by spydurpoet on Mon, 2011-06-27 21:09

It feels like yesterday already,
eternal winter ambience surrounds existence
with barren trees and heavy limbs.

Memories like bonfire embers dance
tauntingly about my ghost...
beautiful sparks: offspring of hypnotic flame
threatening to set me ablaze
even as I reach out to hold on to their warmth.

But that's the past personified;
tantalizing, promises of heat and comfort
where only burning ash remain
flickering, lilting in the air
before disappearing into cold and sordid night.

Breaking point...

Submitted by Geezer on Mon, 2011-06-27 16:12

Killer moved silent, through the crowded room
o'er crossed limbs, amid snores
An angel of doom

He just wanted, to kill them all dead
Smash faces, still voices
See only red

He looked for a weapon, one to kill
Oh, so many choices
He had dreams to fufill

For the first, he had, such an evil plan
Turned up the fire
got the cast-iron pan

Pressed to the face, screams; Oh, Bloody Mary!
If it wasn't so funny
it would be awfully scary

Seasons (Splash Pool 'Writing Forms' Workshop)

Submitted by Hooded Stranger on Mon, 2011-06-27 15:11

Seasons (original)

The Autumn leaves fall around my feet
I crawl
My legs so weak, my body's beat
The seasons demon breaks my aching soul

The Winter snow drifts around my knees
I creep
Arms so cold, I begin to freeze
The seasons monster wrecks my silent life

The Spring dew drips upon my face
I walk
Mind weary, stuck in this place
The seasons vampire steals my lost soul

The Summer sun burns my tender skin
I fall
Exhausted, head caught in a spin
The seasons Devil deals me a wasted life

Workshop: 
Writing Forms workshop

Come Away With Me

Submitted by docmaverick on Mon, 2011-06-27 13:29

Come talk with me
we might have common oddities,

we could atleast see where it goes
no one knows, until they try things on for size;

come play this bantering game with me
you must know I kinda like you,

I've been exploring with my eyes
I hope you didn't reognize, I tried to be subtle;

come stay awhile
and we'll see what happens with our thoughts

'cause I've been wondering 'bout yours, of late
we could share a game of chemisry;

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