"Poetry" Blogs & Blog Posts

One Voice~ Write RightOne Voice~ Write Right

A blog to help writers along the path of becoming efficient writers. Posts ...

 
Why? What Have You Heard?Why? What Have You Heard?

A little writing, a LOT of photography

 
Easy Street PromptsEasy Street Prompts

Daily creative prompts for writers and artists and a monthly magazine of th...

 
A poet's BlogA poet's Blog

UK and international poet Roger N Taber shares his thoughts & poems on ...

 
Beneath The SurfaceBeneath The Surface

Poetry and Flash Fiction by L. Michelle Harris

 
Sue Guiney: Writing LifeSue Guiney: Writing Life

Writing about my life as a writer, reader, friend. Fiction, poetry, plays,...

 
Pondering.......Pondering.......

Mostly original poetry and prose, some photography. Lots of pondering.........

 


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Nothing remains the sameupon your leaving,with emptiness pervading allin place of laughter.The candlelight that lit our morning and my nighthas melted to its pith,silvery mosaic pieces mirroring us in wax to makeour keepsakes.Changed irreversibly, it...

You had allowed yourself to quite forget,Suppressed it, let it fade away and die;And this with just a faint trace of regret.You'd buried love, and let it pass you by,Diminishing a key part of your heart.Convinced romance for you could not exist,For m...

Sunny redhead,you shine under street lamps,scavenging scraps.Eurasian in origin,you now focus unafraidon your smaller territory,comfortably coexisting,boldly blossoming.Whether accepted or not,you are here to stay,a vulpine urbaniteexplosively callin...

Not hearing the sun in my voicewhen you entered the room,not seeing your eyes swimmingwhen I took off my jacket at lunch,and not sensing our connection's dendrochronic ringswhen our minds break open,everyone went on eating.

And so the dragon choseto listen to the boyand no longer leave hereggs exposed, thenwonder why they died.He explainedthat if she buried theminside a mound of grassthe heat would warm them up,and she would havea life to call her own.based on Dragon Bo...

Seen as if through a shop window -mostly clear but slightly blurred -my tear ducts appear to have a sign beside themreadingFOR DISPLAY PURPOSES ONLY.But it isn't really that;it's just that their secretions comeat a rather high price.The fear of leavi...

The needle threatens,taking me as its own personal challenge.Cold as fire and hot as ice,it teases my vagus nerveto tip me over nausea's edge.I flush and shudderas my vision blurs.The syncope wins;the triumphant needle in the bin.