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  • Mosquitos
    by Melissa Vowell

    She called the other day. / She does that sometimes / Asks about my life / Tells me about hers But I don’t care I feign interest / It …

  • Cool Rain
    by maka1967

    Cool rain wets the sky and ground, calling. It silenced the boiling world. Time becomes slow. My mind wants to enjoy the rain’s i…

  • *WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE?*
    by TREVOR IRWIN

    When They laid him down upon a cross and drove nails into his hands and feet, he endured it because he loved you.

    If you really want to know what love is please read this.

  • The Love We Used To Make
    by Melissa Park

    The scent of spring, lingered in the air, / I knew…somehow, / That I would find you there. / I found love, so elusive, by the lake / Where …

    / Rosina Lamberti

  • Clappers and a Bloke Called Joe
    by iAN Derrick

    Some serious consumers of amber beverage stayed sober enough to rename it Heaven in the desert.

    Back again in Ockerroo where it seems sergeant Clappers Clarke, suffering a mild case of outback troppo disease, is going investment mental over the arrival of a bloke called Joe Mitsubishi…Big things are about to happen in the one dunny town of Ockerroo and it has nothing to do with emus.

  • The Horrible Coma Call'd Living
    by ozreaderdotcom

    Michael blinked, and the shadows receded to the spaces between the stacks, and along the exposed spines of the books. It was cold tonight…

  • The Sun Is Calling Menzies
    by Crowmanic

    The golden rays spread across the burnt-orange earth, / where rocks now splintered are pebbles dispersed. / The aeons have passed where onc…

    A verse about experience and memory

  • A jar called the universe.
    by koby

    The stars, like fireflies, twinkling in the jar called The Universe. / We were small things in a Big World.

  • THE TOWN CALLED HOPE
    by KEITH R. WILLIAMS

    WHERE LOVE IS THE KEY

  • the call
    by butchart

    missing the sound of chimes / hanging round within / kissing the night air / with blood red lips / calling out to distant hills / pristine and…

  • the bitter taste of questions
    by Jordan Busson

    left / with nothing / but an empty hollow / in her bed / shaped to the contours / of her body / and his

    The companion poem to Nachtrauern. / Indirectly inspired by “The Book Thief”, a novel by Markus Zusak.Written 12 May.

  • Call of the Star
    by Emma Wertheim

    She will infuse your cells with the glow of a new dawn / She will flow through your veins as would a mountain stream / She will open your m…

    This poem has been inspired by a few things: 1) The exciting new group ‘Tarot: Map of Consciousness’. 2) A picture I drew a while ago called ‘She of the Star’ 3) The Tarot cards ‘The Tower’ and ‘The Star’ as I wanted to verbally express my fascination with these two cards as The Tower is a rather scary card at first glance – not one you want to pick first thing in the morning and depicts people leaping out of a burning Tower!! What I find amazing is that a most beautiful card ‘The Star’ follows directly after ‘The Tower’ card, which suggests (given my limited knowledge of the Tarot) that lessons learned from ‘The Tower’ will be greeted with the grace and beauty of The Star and all the positive energy this card brings. This poem is ultimately about the process of growth, transformation and new beginnings. I hope you can relate to it both on a symbolic and everyday level. I have often found in life when times are tough – good things are just around the corner. /

  • The Calling
    by happyfeet5

    From far away without your knowledge / it is you who I contemplate / and a thousand things go through my mind / that will decide my fate. / T…

    / This one I was inspired to write when my youngest of my daughters went through the ages of 15-17, part of her teenage years. It was a time of transition from child to womanhood and she was wired up. She had her boyfriend(very nice guy) and me confused and going nuts. Of course, she was going nuts herself. She was in a beautiful woman’s body but then all of the sudden started going a little wild on me. She decided all she really wanted was to have fun. Today she is a full grown woman(23) but sometimes you could see her child come out from time to time. Here I try to comprehend what was going inside of her. My cousin Isa Rodriguez and I decided to dedicate this poem to Doreen Phillips. She has a shot of herself when she was twenty and we simply loved it. You could visit her here doreen / I also want to give my very special thanks to pepper08 who allowed me to use the title “The Calling” after a beautiful piece she made. The poem was originally called Thank You for Your Understanding, but thought that “The Calling” was a better choice for pepper08’s piece depicts two women, one who is in thought and looks like she is in at the end of her journey and the other one looks like she is is traveling and dancing at the same time without a care in the world. She hasn’t reached her journey yet. You could also look at pepper08’s masterpieces at pepper08

  • call silas
    by bellmusker

    Why did you write your number on a bathroom wall?

    Haven’t you ever wanted to call? Look at the bathroom of chaos Listen to a classic Learn about this punk mecca I think I just always wanted to begin a story with the word bollocks

  • This Mania Called Love
    by happyfeet5

    Love. Does that word originate from the mouth of a poor idiot / that makes his quest an impossible mission / thinking that Cupid is not a …

    This one was originally written in Spanish and I just translated it into English. Now, I don’t know why I wrote this. It just came out and I did have fun writing it. All I know is that I was feeling a little whimsical, full of fun, kind of silly so I start poking fun at Love and the ones who fall in Love and I also write about the downhills of Love all in jest. But then, it kind of started getting serious and a little phylosophical. All of a sudden I turned to God, giving thanks for this precious gift, because Love involves a lot of things, for example the Love a mother has for her child, a sibling or a parent. A father also Loves and we were taught to Love our neighbor. I also wrote about the other side of Love, when people suffer because of it. People who Love intensively and don’t get any back in return. Even children suffer when they are negleted and abussed and all they want and deserve and have a right to is Love. So I finished it celebrating all of the poets, and people who are considered to be idiosts and fools (I among them) and the artists who create in the name of Love. I think this came out, without realizing it as an ode to Love and The Arts. I hope nobody feels offended, because if there is a bigger fool for Love, it is I. Oh, and I spelled Love with a capital letter, because it is a special word.

  • Scars
    by Kristin Reynolds

    without scars / we would never know / how far we’ve come © Kristin Reynolds 2008

    A free-form Senryu I worte last year (but decided to post today thanks to Veritasunsaid, and his latest poem, four stripes) just a little something that says, “Hey, i was here, I survived, and now I’m stronger than hell!”

  • The Wilds' Call
    by tkrosevear

    Under cover of darkness the packs’ journey loudly calls / howling in the moonlight, while She-Wolf magic enthralls A clan of protection…

    Inspired by Earthmonster’s image and a collaboration unfolds… Dances with Wolves

  • The River Called Me
    by tkrosevear

    The river called WindOwl from the North afar / as the land we knew and loved became a scar Years of sanctuary for humans and animals al…

    I wrote this when we moved from Southern California to Washington State in Fall 2006, it also inspired this image.

  • The Black King's announcement
    by GameOfKings

    When word had spread through the Nations of the Black Spear that they were to return to the celestial battlefield it was if Christmas, Ne…

    episode 8 of the fast approaching battle to end all battles.

  • The Clock Blinked 03:00 AM
    by Judi Taylor

    Don’t tease me / I cried / My fingers clenched / in a fist. / Who is standing / here / calling to me in the / mist?

  • Winter's Calling
    by wigs

    As I look outside / I see the arctic skies / Swirl by / Rain forging / Horizontally / Quite forcefully / Lashing against faces / Of passers b…

    I wrote this on a rainy day….. I’ve not written a great deal lately and so felt I needed to get back on track….. hopefully I’m getting there again Thank you for taking the time to read my work, it is always much appreciated. I welcome critical reviews of my written work…please bubble me if you have any constructive comments….

  • Can you feel me call your heart?
    by Kristin Reynolds

    Ask not what I would have, but ask / what I desire from this world / (fingertips upon my lips / begging silence and your love…) Can you s…

    and now for something completely different. / an oldie (lasy years) but I wanted to post something softer than doom and gloom today. lol / this was written as a call into the ether for love…

  • the one thing called desire
    by PJ Ryan

    This is like Magma.

    The word volcano is derived from the name of Vulcano island off Sicily which in turn, was named after Vulcan, the Roman god of fire.

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