I feel I am like rain Recycled between two infinite boundaries Clouds of fate determining my fall towards destiny To land on the truth that I need to face I am the choice of sky Yet I belong to the earth I am who sores through greater heights Yet descend to blend into nothingness Rain AlchemistContinue reading “I am Rain — Rain Alchemist”
Time and Time again. I come to this place of despair. Troubles run around untamed. Carelessness soars through the northern winds. Regret grows wildly and unkept all over the plains. Fear downpours from the night sky. Yet, I know courage will rise from the horizon. Just endure. Trey Persons @ write of might
I mix up silence for aggression Fighting you in imaginary wars Where do you find your words usually? It seems you’ve lost your way Your answer comes as a bitter understanding “Feelings turn into half thoughts Words impure them usually Sentences jumble the feeling i felt that i’ve lost since you’ve come in my way”Continue reading “268–Communication —Rahul Gaurb”
trinkets for mermaids seashells gathered by children so will my bones be pure haiku
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Have you ever wonder our entire existence is entangled, Our beautiful mind is a powerful mesh of entangled thoughts provoking networks, Our gut is an entangled circuit which just does not process foods but feelings too.. Our strength is an entanglement of nerves and muscles that determine our will.. And your vitality is an entangledContinue reading “Entanglement —Rain Alchemist”
she bound him in chains though not from anvil beaten but summer daisies Catch more delightfully engaging poetry at The Blighters Rock.
I am shocked and deeply saddened to report the death on 1st December of Reuben Woolley. In tribute I repost his interview with me a poem of his and links to reviews of his outstanding work. Through his amazing site I Am Not A Silent Poet he was a great promoter of poetry and itsContinue reading “Death Invites One Home”
If it’s true what they now say, That my memories float off into the invisible everything, Trailing behind me and the earth all mixed up connecting, All of us to each other and every moment to every other; My joy is to tap into those swirling trails and bring down my poetry. Continue to readContinue reading “Boom! Connection! —Karima Hoison”