Tag: poem

  • Show’s Over

    The production commenced with actors on stage portraying the love we once had- the grasp of her cheek, the look in her eyes, as he folded over himself to make her swoon his way. Amongst an empty crowd, the curtain’s now drawn, the actors have gone home, the final act is done, it’s time to…

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  • With Headphones On… [with audio]

    I cannot help but stop and look at the whispered tapings Pay attention closely to the postings, the most discretely transmitting of all Does it make you shiver? Does it make you quiver? Capturing statistics day by day poem by poem Is it you watching? Is it you listening? Through your pair of headphones, are…

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  • Dear love

    Dear love,Thoughts of you the other day brought smiles. Today thoughts of you produced overrun swells in my eyes. The many years we’ve been separated, but how our hearts have always been close, how many more years will it be like this? Living in fantasy and memories all of the time is no way of…

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  • Solipsistic Angst

    She slips into the house unannounced, doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak. Slams the door shut and begrudgingly takes to her room to retreat. Behind the locking door, music blares. Her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care. Her closeted persona is darkness deeper than the black eyeliner coupled with black hair. She’s never…

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  • Dancing in the Yard

    It was a long summer afternoon;a crackling fire lit the yard.The southern sun was settingwhile I strummed my old guitar. It was her way of moving to the music—she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes.She danced with the slightest sway in her hips,and her heavenly body torched my skies.

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  • The Warm and Longing Heart

    Have you ever used a poem generator? The following was composed with a few nouns and adjectives plugged into a poem generator and written to the structure of Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’. Not something I would normally do to construct a poem, but it may help those looking for ideas.…

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  • Undying Flame

    Images and words suddenly appear, ones I’ve longed to hear hitting deep as they envelop me.Overwhelming, yet deeply satisfying. Since our last meeting your spirit arrived in the oddest of places: romantic restaurants, quaint cafes, art galleries, long car drives, concert halls, walking in a park, every room of the house, and late at night…

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  • Raining underneath

    by Mark Ryan – Check out more of his work here: Havoc and Consequence Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my ever…

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  • The Truth

    This poem is pulled from snippets of Esteban Rodriguez’s poem, El Rio. These snippets pulled together brought out a truth that spoke to me. Check out his poem in Non.PlusLit. ready to give up what they knew they’d never be aware what he believes in will not always remain and though you want to believe…

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  • Comet

    Stand by, enjoy the view Keep a safe distance Don’t let my fiery tail destroy you Just a comet passing through

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