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poet on the brink

Submitted by Blue-eyed Bolla on Fri, 2023-03-24 12:25

My pen laments the loneliness,
the emptiness of life.
On days when all seems meaningless,
as cruel as my ex-wife.

It pours its poison on the page
in streams of scribbled stress.
A waterfall of pent up rage
‘gainst pain I can't redress.

My ink it spills like blood or sweat
or bitter hemlock drink.
A rhyming river of regret
from poet on the brink.

It once breathed beauty, so they say,
when pure was poet’s breath.
But that sweet dream was yesterday
before my Muse's death.

Flower of Scotland

Submitted by WriterEscapee on Fri, 2023-03-24 12:17

Oh Flower of Scotland, how you bloom


Amidst the hills and valleys,

you loom 
Your thistle so proud,

your spirit is so strong


Your beauty and grace, forever a song

From the blood on Culloden's field


To the battles fought with sword and shield


You stood your ground, you never gave in


Your courage and resilience, a Scottish sin

Your people are so fierce, so bold, and true


Their hearts beating with passion anew


From Edinburgh Castle to Glasgow's streets


Uninhibited (Not)

Submitted by Abby on Fri, 2023-03-24 10:50

Uninhibited
Is a word
I do not know.

It is an entity
Separate from me.

No one else but I
Suffers for
This distorted vision

That control can be kept
That burning, scorching fire
Is weakness of the soul.

I am lovely, yes
But lonely too.

I look up at my hands
Are they hands?
Icy veins

Frost bound skin
I think I’m cold
Devoid and barren
Strangling my own throat.

Chaos

Submitted by Clentin on Fri, 2023-03-24 10:30

The US today is in a state if confusion
Where everything has changed so much

We have daily shootings
In our schools, markets and churches

Our news has ceased to be genuine
But now is infused by purchased opinion

Our leaders cease to pass bills for the public
And are reduced to protecting their employment

We watch on TV the Ukraine being destroyed by a tyrant
Yet we are so afraid to stop his actions

We no longer want to be called he or she
But now become they or them

Music as a master

Submitted by Leslie on Thu, 2023-03-23 23:31

Music my friends
will take you anywhere,
anywhere you long to be
a beautiful distraction
from what's on your mind
of what has been
and what may come to be
it brings joy and pain
or a peaceful refrain
with only a click or two
and with the right set up
will blow your head off
and I mean that figuratively
so when you're down
reach for that sound
you have surely got
nothing to lose,

June flower

Submitted by Sage Collet on Thu, 2023-03-23 23:13

June Flower

June flower, I want you to know that as you smile your astounding soul echoes a light for all to see.

Sometimes it doesn't occur to you how much you really mean and sometimes all the possibilities can be sewn in crystal translucent gemstone eyes; those in which you have been granted.

You come from a place of love and light, the realms of most enchanted with the smile you possess and hair a black rose, soft as woven silk: your entire being is a star lit night.

Solace Of The Dirt

Submitted by Depressed 1 on Thu, 2023-03-23 22:25

They strap me down to keep me from hurting myself

In the mourning, there will be none of me left

They drain my sacrificial blood from my veins

They think that it will eradicate all of my pain

They try to rectify the mistakes on me

They think it better if I am seen as pretty

They comb my hair and finish off the nails

The final one goes in to balance the scales

The great equalizer is the solace of the dirt

All are the same underneath Mother Earth

Sepulcher of Self

Submitted by swamp-witch on Thu, 2023-03-23 19:25

Meet me at the graveyard, where the air is goosedown
Lilies of our memories respire, weighted with murmurs of dew

Through faded silk flowers and tawny sandy clay
We can traverse liminal space, witness death’s promenade

Try to find ourselves among the angels, moss, porcelain
Surrounded by the perfume of poetry, poison, loss

Sacred ghosts of the black wrought gate will let us through
But if we want to come out on the other side unscathed

I now walk in slow steps

Submitted by lovedly on Thu, 2023-03-23 14:44

I now walk in slow steps
getting often breathless
my age warns me
breathe softly
cough casually

But it's my nature
which overpowers me
so now I don't work
breathlessly

after all it's poetry
we all say the same thing
with a painted difference

we need to advance gradually
like the Nile
without anyone noticing
it rolls away in time
so do all ye gradually

Love through a bird's eye

Submitted by Viviana Smith on Thu, 2023-03-23 13:56

Her caramel colored hair was encased in a white beanie
the two girls looked more in love than I'd ever seen
it quickened my pulse to hear them sing
more beautiful than a mocking bird's song
the view was gorgeous filled with reds and blues
the two lay out on a cream colored blanket
the girl's robin egg colored eyes turned up towards the stars
as if sugar had been sprinkled on a pink frosted sky
I checked on my children, then looked to the moon smiling a warm good night

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