The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within,
unlimited beauty
yet peaceful and confident,
expecting even stronger poems
hidden within,
the restoration
and rest.
Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies
NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT
most bridges don’t naturally burn
usually they just collapse
under the weight of
their own situation
or some human
pressing
The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣
I always was weak in his hands —el977
I always was weak in his hands
And now I wanna be strong in my own madness
I wanna be free like my oversized sweatshirt
Like early morning in hills, like a newborn baby from the past wrongs.
Read more el977
Dreams —Mira
Cigarette —Daryush Acharya
Hope this cigarette will keep me alive longer than you would... - Alive In Coffin
Alive in Coffin. I am a guy breathing in a coffin made up of flesh, bones and blood. Back in my twitter days, I used to write in 140 characters and that passion motivated me to write short poems. I get crazy when thoughts knock my skull. Currently, I am writing from my grave and in my free time, I try to control my heartbeats.
Duality —Vidur Sahdev
i tell myself
not to write,
for the words
blatantly boast
of my lack
of self control,
but with each verse
while this ego dies,
i secretly feed
a hungry poet,
letting him believe
that he can own the world.
Being ever more hungry for the pure, Vidur breaks open space we long for at
Wild Dream – Life Of A Bleeding Crown —Ummi Salma
To feel without feelings
To lock up before hearing the word broken
To move effortlessly without hearing whispers of insecurity
Is a world I could only dream of.
If a glimpse of this dream is the closest to reality,
Then I’ll take it.
Not in full, but like shards of a broken glass,
I’ll take the pieces slowly.
Besides
I don’t need a full cup of wine,
Just a sip will suffice
To let me know if this dream
Will make me feel whole again.
— Read more Ummi Salma poems on toosweetsite
Ummi is the first to officially join the Gift Crows chapbook coming April 2021. Read more about that project here.
Should Twilight —Linda Lee Lyberg
Should twilight paint your silhouette in shades of amber and rose
Recollections of past memories stark in black repose
As I plunge, the cold winds murmuring in despair
You’ve gone and where–
There was once a white lucid thought of you and I
Now naught but a broken grey shadow remains
Swimming in the dust specked evening air.
©2018
Read more Linda Lee Lyberg @ Charmed Chaos blog
Âme Perdue —JoJo Alwaealy
Loving memory;
“Kisses of the sweet.”
As I begin with this story to tell,
from whispering to the losing thoughts of discrete.
While embracing the shadows,
I run for you down the street.
The beauty and grace,
to remember them between the lane,
I seek for answers beyond my burning
sensation of the bittersweet.
Tender lips, the touch of honey,
long and slowly they reach my skin.
therefore, I close my eyes,
feel with my heart, and preach for this sin.
“My thoughts leave me rising,
my heart less disguising,
you have been in my soul mesmerizing.”
As I was wishing for more,
I do not want the story to begin.
Read more JoJo Alwaealy Blog
Dadaist Collage Poems 1 & 2 — Elmediat
In 1920, one of the founding members of Dada, Tristan Tzara, wrote instructions for making a Dada poem, leaving the responsibility of selecting words and communicating ideas up to chance rather than the artist. Here are Tzara’s instructions:
TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that makes up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are—an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.
