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Had We Only Met

Submitted by Lavender on Sun, 2024-02-18 22:36

I caught the curve of your face in the crowd,
and the widespread room felt suddenly familiar.

Then, when you turned to leave, the same room
emptied into an anxious, gray regret.

Your name never had the chance to linger on
my lips, to slip itself behind the word,

"Hello..."

Trying to imagine your voice speaking back to me,
I stood out of place, staring longingly at the door,

forever wondering where our conversation might have led.

Colors On The Canvas

Submitted by mark on Sun, 2024-02-18 21:17

 

 

On cool moist virgin sand

in front of fire clouds

under the rising autumn sun

where there are no ripples

on the quiet Atlantic

or even a single sea gull barking

is where you are found . . .

 

when faces that have smiled

slowly bridge from colorless places

impossible to forget

Lucky

Submitted by MermaidMaster on Sun, 2024-02-18 15:08

One thing I will never regret is loving somebody,
even somebody who did not deserve it.
I have been lucky, in that I’ve loved and been loved,
and lucky too in the fact that not all loves last.

While some left me bitter, with a sour taste in my jaw,
how could I regret something that was once so beautiful?
If not because of him, because of myself.
for how I bloomed even when I was not watered.

Albedo effect in full force after appreciable snowfall

Submitted by Jane A. Rug on Sun, 2024-02-18 14:30

After descent of eventide
luminescence of freshly fallen snow
still illuminates the terrestrial firma bright
even upon the onset of dusk,
when dark shadows
betoken the edge of night
analogously herald outer limits
invoking intimations of the twilight zone,
which visibility amplified
with appearance of full moon
accentuating brilliant blinding white
across the bucolic expanse.

Pressure

Submitted by Kristen H. on Sun, 2024-02-18 14:22

I feel your blood drip down my face
As I pick you up from the dirt

My energy is high
My thoughts are focused.

I feel a surge of adrenaline
rush through my veins

Find the wound,
Stop the bleeding,
Numb the pain,

Found the wound,
The bleeding won't stop.

Pressure, pressure,
Pressure…

The bleeding won't stop

Chest compressions, chest compressions,
Chest compressions...
---
Before I knew it,
You were back in the dirt.

What Flowers Know

Submitted by Michael Anthony on Sun, 2024-02-18 13:41

My thoughts, difficult sometimes,
compete with the flowers all about me,
offering their hues to the sun above.

The petals seem to understand
small wonders can be anywhere,
and attempt to share their wisdom
in bracing fields, in every shade of bloom.

Killer Rush (by: eddy styx)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Sun, 2024-02-18 11:59

evil permeated
the room...
where they met to seek
and call out the Doom

the sacrifice was
innocent and unaware,
yet he did agree to
the promises of the affair.

for the sweetness,
kiss of needle to skin
the sharpest prick
drove away thoughts of sin.

a vein is struck as
plunger draws liquid surge,
blood flowing into barrel
slowly as drug and soul merge.

eyes roll back in head as he
is one with his addiction
she is his seductress...
his lover and his affliction!

The Proudest Moment

Submitted by Hon on Sun, 2024-02-18 10:46

Far above I stand there
across from the blue sky
display as the great mountain
built with a strenuous height
of sturdy and mighty
portray as a strong image
raising to the deep climbing steps
through perseverance
with each challenge
When it comes to facing disaster
carrying with its strength
to conquer the fear of falling
continue to rise to the top
of the summit peak
achieving its goal as a champion
like a prize bringing home
with a jubilant feeling
of a great victory celebration

Alley cat affair!

Submitted by Leslie on Sat, 2024-02-17 23:11

Hes got that strut,
whiskers and a hat
showin' what hes got
that alley cat.
Feelin' kind of pesky
with his tail held high.
Movin' with the rythym
through a moonlit night.
The gaelic gal,
crept up from behind.
O'malley was befrazzled
it was whoopin' time.
She waved her tail
as he began to wail!
Caught him unawares
with his dungarees down.
There was no way now,
to control his passion.
It was over and done
in lightning like fashion.

6 Months

Submitted by Kelly Ann Wilson on Fri, 2024-02-16 23:37

6 Months
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

For 6 months
I was paralyzed
I was frozen
Numb

I don’t even know what I did
How I passed the time

I couldn’t move
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t look up
I disappeared

And I know, I know that life is fragile
And delicate
And goes by so fast
And even knowing that so deeply
Wasn’t enough

It was just so unimaginable
That there was no way to reconcile it
That couldn’t really be what happened
But it was

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