by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
animal, beauty, bird, color, flower, morning, sun,
Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence,
In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense.
In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves,
Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze.
The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers,
In a love affair that's endured, ages of sunlit years!
Purple shadows are drifting, the world partially awake,
And it's still a shadowy mystery, what destiny will make.
Perky squirrels are scampering, the sun is on his way,
Sweet life is beginning again, for it's a brand new day!
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
cute love, funny, hyperbole, school,
I skate
with date
not ready
unsteady
cling rail
would bail
afraid
my maid
would skate
He-mate
leave rail
act male
fall down
I frown
but she
helps me
cling arm
no harm
we skate
up late
let go
oh no!
spill cup
helps up
red face
no race
to rail
still male
take home
not nome
miss
kiss
high school
now fool
by ... Gigno |
Categories:
devotion, love,
Give me a plane and I'll be at your door
Send me by rail and I'll be back for more
Gas up my truck and I'll be by your side
Step in my head and it's an all-life ride
by Kash Poet |
Categories:
funny, me, love, me,
This is going to be a secret funny tale
not told before,but now I must tell
some soupers are sending me sweet soupmails
as if they are in a journey with me in love rail
or taking me to a love island on a sail
and they are doing it constantly without fail
of course they are not male but female
till now they are thinking that I'm a male
I think it is my name that leaves a manly trail
though never did I mention that I am a male
enough is enough and now I am going to unveil
who those soupers are to turn their faces pale.
** Do not forget to read what Andrea Dietrich wrote in her
poem "A Soup Tragedy" in reply to this poem.
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by Christuraj Alex |
Categories:
care, life, love, poverty,
She's a little girl aging nine or ten,
Short, serene, slim, with a look luminous;
Obtaining no formal education,
Possessing many a dream glorious;
At sharp five, every morning, her day dawns,
Her dirty sack she takes and off she goes;
Roads, rail tracks, parks, and even private lawns,
What will she get? And where? She never knows;
Parents long unwell and struggling siblings,
She serves them utmost with care abundant;
She collects old bottles, pans, iron strings,
Exchanges and makes a meager amount;
Thus, the little goddess solemnly toils,
Feeds all, sleeps hungry, often, full of smiles.
05/02/2021
Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
by Mike Miller |
Categories:
first love, goodbye, heartbreak,
Leaning on the rail,
Clasping a clutch bag of dreams.
Sea spray blends with tears.
Propellers churn memories,
Of Love betrayed and submerged.
by Jordan Dickinson |
Categories:
love, baby, baby,
Miles away from the train rail track-
Baby girl lets not look back-
Walk with me, lets go as two-
And baby sing the sunset blues-
Don't worry bout the distance dear-
Anywhere with you seems all so near-
Now honey we can come as two-
And baby sing the sunset blues-
Now you left me by the train rail track-
With nothing else but to look back-
I look up high and think of you-
And by myself I sing my sunset blues-
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
anger, animal, children, evil,
Thoughts of taking an eye for an eye saturate my being.
The black invades my very heart because of what I'm seeing.
Cruelty to the helpless beings brings out the rage in me.
Some day I might just cross that line when I can't let it be.
So many times I think that Old West justice should prevail.
These ugly less than humans should be run out on a rail.
Let them feel the pain and misery they richly deserve.
If I can be the one to give it I won't flinch a nerve.
Innocent animals and wee ones have such love to give.
The evil ones causing them pain just don't deserve to live.
written 5/18/2015
by Talena Alienmermaid |
Categories:
angst, confusion, introspection, loss, love, passion,
For better or worse
The path is laid
I've tried and I've cried
But the desire doesn't fade
Does losing ones center
Make one whole?
I question I rail
I confess
That I've failed
But the Dragon swallowed the Phoenix
And so ends this tale
I've loved and I've lost
It's my choice
My tale
We pretend to be rudderless
but the truth is
We are the wind and the sail.
by Jennifer D'Andrea |
Categories:
friendship, happiness, life, nature, people, time, uplifting,
We are on our porch
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight,
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are
having coffee, talking,
gawking at nature and
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest.
Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait
all year for.
by White Sage |
Categories:
allusion,
Time will wail
As love trips away
And the sky won't stay
Time will wail
On the big ocean where seasons sail
And in words written in the grail
Time will wail
By the green oak so pale
By the fish without any scale
Time will wail
And the world won't say
And experiences will decay
Time will wail
In futures veil
And in the luxurious vain
Time will wail
For those who fail
And by the innocence of jail
Life will wail
On jeopardy's rail
On Doom's trail
Life will wail
And it won't wait
When the clock is tamed on a fox tail
Life will wail.
by Debra Hernandez |
Categories:
inspirationalme, me,
LORD LET ME FEEL YOUR PRESENCE
I KNOW YOUR LAWAYS THERE
YOU,VE NEVER LET ME WALK ALONE
IVE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU CARE
YOU,VE SEEN ME THRU HARD TIMES
EVEN THOUGH YOU I HAVE FAILED
YOUR LOVE FOR US UNWAIVERS
YOUR HAND IS ON THE RAIL
ALTHOUGH IVE FACED SOME BATTLES
SOME I DIDNT ALWAYS COME THROUGH
BUT I K NOW THAT YOU HAVE BLESSED ME
ALL I NEED TO DO IS CALL ON YOU
by Neelam Sangwai |
Categories:
goodbye, love hurts,
bidding her farewell,
mist of unsaid confessions
rail track forever
in legs turned heavy anklets
--stationary prisoner--
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
baby, jesus, love,
Of warm tiny tears; twas a long night....
Baby swept away amid taunting gray as grim
Photographic images their dreamscapes montrous
Montage bold yet cold, this shivering plight: black pearls
Coloured stones mortified his mosaic an albatros in timeless gales
Insidious insomnia; insolent's ancient anthology spreading wide these wings
Posed a verse her phantom's hearse Pompeii ? Whispering winds awaken the child....
Leviathan's leprechaun: sprinkling magical dust baleful skies prophetic life: tender tides reaching high.
by Alex J Stokas |
Categories:
lost love, memory,
Wanted to touch your face moment I saw you
In softlight on stone stairs grasping that rail-
Coy downcast gaze -
Looked into those soft blue eyes
Heard warm words from your precious lips-
Wanted to kiss you again,
Hold you close and chase the moon-
Guess time takes its toll.
Distant train whistle-calls
Reluctantly we move along …
Following lifepaths which lead to unknown times
You perhaps slightly northward to a new life--
I to explore gypsy-like
Unable to tell my own fortune.
by Goodness Lanre |
Categories:
art,
As I sit at
my table
Hoping to
write
Words fail
me
Yet, my
thoughts
teem
Not a bit a
one right
I am
unable...
I wish to
express an
impress...
There was
nothing
wrong
Wrong
with my
heart.
As wrong
as it is
Until you
came
A strange
flame
Singed my
soul
Like a
firing dart
It was a
love wrong.
I wish an
expressive
impress
I am
unable...
My heart is
heavy
As of the
debt of a
huge levy.
My soft
spot
indulge a
pain
The run of
a train on
rail.
I wish an
express
impress
But I sell
you my
stress.
I can't
but...
by Patricia Lawton |
Categories:
flower, children, garden,
My Little Cottage.
I love my little cottage adorned in roses by the sea.
I've lived here a long time just my cat and me.
In summer it's really pretty, the roses out in bloom
the fragrance from the petals filling every room.
The gardens full of flowers, of pinks, golds and reds
neatly displaying each colour boldly in flower beds.
Then comes the curse of winter with winds, hail and rail
and I see my flowers all die off until spring returns again.
Well I guess that's the tapestry of life as seasons come and go
Then come next spring you'll hear me sing
with a beautiful flower bed to show.
by Emily Gem |
Categories:
best friend, boyfriend, cute love, kiss,
On the bridge I wait, my hands clasped
Something on my mind as time passes
The beauty of the pink little petals~float
Dance in the air~as does my heart
I see your smile, I could see it from miles away
On the other side of the bridge a petal falls on your face
You laugh and I laugh with you, even though we make no sound
I feel light as warm air flowing with the breeze
Just the crinkle by your eyes makes my heart feel free
I take quiet steps across the wooden bridge
And your hand travels on the rail as you do the same
Our hands collide as we mirror them
Only our kiss can make the petals stop~in my mind
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
age, allusion, analogy, appreciation, art, beautiful, blessing,
Thoughts On The Rail
I ponder on, this big world, you and I
Does love ride the hard gusting wind
Moving its beauty about in a sunny sky
A journey magnificent but without an end!
I hope, life will forever hold anew
Eternity and the joys of sweet dreams
So often united in the hearts of two
Wading the brooks and mountain streams!
May I know, the joys my father found
The great treasures of his humble life
Spirit flying fast while earthly bound
Far above the din of sin and earthly strife!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-21-2015
by Tim B |
Categories:
angst, love, people,
A passionate embrace of last reserve
Steel tracks taking their twisted curves
Harrowing frights dark of hue
Speed demons singing the blues
Over and over they are off the rail
Careen the cliff and off she sails
Top notch is their deadly reserve
Drops of pain the only preserves
Let the games begin
by Lorrie Scheider |
Categories:
life, placeslove,
Here is a place I love and dread,
I am drawn by its soulless gravity,
Only to loath the streets I tread.
So foolish to rail against streets.
They are just streets, after all,
I hate memories contained here,
Yet too often I long for their call.
And cling to them endlessly wistful.
My love here has long been sour,
A needful, bittersweet affair,
For the insipid promise of power.
No place but this taints dreams so fast,
Tearing them down into shreds,
Entangling them with pain and anger,
Transformed into nightmarish treads.
Here is my perdition, I need it,
But I need it purged from my heart.
I long for a sweeter freedom,
When this place and I can part.
by Kitty Lou |
Categories:
funny love,
I gave my love a cherry
And asked him to bake a pie
I washed the dirty dishes
And told him he could dry
I carried up the laundry
To see if he could fold
I took his favorite sweatshirt
And told him I was cold
I handed him a hammer
To fix the broken rail
And when I gave my love a ring
He gave me his voicemail.
by Goodness Lanre |
Categories:
art,
As I sit at my table
Hoping to write
Words fail me
Yet, my thoughts teem
Not a bit a one right
I am unable...
I wish to express an impress...
There was nothing wrong
Wrong with my heart.
As wrong as it is
Until you came
A strange flame
Singed my soul
Like a firing dart
It was a love wrong.
I wish an expressive impress
I am unable...
My heart is heavy
As of the debt of a huge levy.
My soft spot indulge a pain
The run of a train on rail.
I wish an express impress
But I sell you my stress.
I can't but...
by Anthony Gitau |
Categories:
best friend,
Many breakdown in tears,,but I breakdown in fear of what will happen if you depart.
Many feel low because of lost dreams and hopes but i feel low because of actualised fiction that many seem not to understand about you.
Many cry because of the pain of love but I try not to freak due to the gain from your love.
Many fail to love because they have been betrayed
but i rail to love due to the emotions towards me that you have portrayed.
Many yearn to utter words of wisdom that will be embedded in books of history but i try to engrave words of love in your heart that define who you are.
by Earl Schumacker |
Categories:
change, dark, death, identity, image, psychological, truth,
On Train Trestle
Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle
Waiting for the locomotive
The bridge took on a new dimension
Iron and timber became her bed
As she bent with them
Her pillow was the rail
A candle nestled in one hand
A knife held in the other
They symbolized a need for love
Or her desire to simply die
It does not matter at this time
Enlightenment came over her
Rolled down the line like thunder
In the dead of night
On trestle train