(0) Ursula Tillmann | 4 months ago

I can feel the wind today stronger than ever whipping away my tears of solitude and loneliness. No longer do I feel him overpowering me, we are one - in need of each other...

(2) isela writer | 7 months ago

Gastronomic Origami at 300 degrees Fahrenheit I'm waiting for my fortune Cookie to come out of the oven. My fortune lies in front of me. I will hide it inside the cookie ...

(2) isela writer | 7 months ago

The gray that heralds thunderstorms and lightning paints the sky. Another wet morning begins, as rain slithers down the drain pipe and waters the yellow tulips. A shock o...

(1) Miriam L. Jacobs | 7 months ago

New Release by Melissa R. Martin!! http://trappedinmypen.faithweb.com/index.html Melissa R. Martin was born in Wise, Virginia, the fifth of six children to Albert and Chr...

(5) ilanadunkle | 4 months ago

1. The Economy of Sonoma County This entry is going to be a little different from the usual. Today I interviewed my dad about working. We talked about what he went though ...

(0) Bay Area Bagel | 8 months ago

A little round piece of grassyplace My body dropped there like clump of refuse down a chute Stuck there Slapped there Flat there Waiting for it Ear to the ground Every li...

(0) Bay Area Bagel | 8 months ago

Iron bars forever separate Me from the others who look the way I do They are not like me They live in places of light and warmth Where families sit together in Haphazard p...

(3) Poem Gas | 7 months ago

Ennui Apathy pains the thoughtful, Aids the politician, Cloaks the self-righteous, Then disregards the position. Neither concerned with the time, Nor how long it takes, H...

(2) isela writer | 6 months ago

Cat's Breath Fogs Window as Five Umbrellas Walk Uphill Outside, rain soaks the pink fuchsias blooming in front of the bay window The heater clicks on inside the house, bl...

(2) isela writer | 6 months ago

Forty-Seven Degrees Fahrenheit "Forty-seven degrees Fahrenheit. More stormy weather ahead. Heavy rain predicted to continue all day long," reads the online weather report...

(0) repthat6 | 6 months ago

simply complex / perfectly imperfect Current mood: being me over and over you try, feeling like you cantg do shyt right Scared to love, afraid to get hurt another time I ...

(0) repthat6 | 6 months ago

REDEMPTIVE SUICIDE <?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /?> Its crazy, feeling like your life is worthless, Feeling like you're here, but you have no purpose, But to live and to...

(1) larimar | 6 months ago

I've finished the materials for the Rhythm in Poetry Project and am currently writing educational materials on poems by Wordsworth, Blake, Coleridge, Keats, Browning, Ten...

(3) CMOR | 4 months ago

Hello!!! And please wipe your feet as you enter... This is very much a new genesis in my creative undertakings... All you could never need may be found here, if only I cou...

(0) CMOR | 4 months ago

People rarely comment on my songs, besides the usual, 'Great Song!!!' feedback... Here is your chance to tell me what you think or feel... You can comment anonymously, or...

(1) CMOR | 5 months ago

This is a 2 year old mice pace post which I am happy to paste for you... I did write it, however... Redundancy Is Getting Old... Today is a fresh day... A chance to weigh...

(1) CMOR | 4 months ago

Living at the crossroads has been both beautiful and rough... The real estate is plentiful, but the cost is one's soul, and every moment is spent paying, albeit paying at...

(2) delia | 5 months ago

Getting older What a chore I don't want to Age no more We all get older Why don't you tell What is your secret You do it so well ...

(1) kevinbwright | 4 months ago

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(2) delia | 5 months ago

Is George Bush the worst American president in history? Yes. ...

(0) newyorkreview | 5 months ago

Last week, it seemed mildly amusing when Gus Foote said that approving the choice made by a council-appointed committee "isn't how it goes" in Gloucester. His statement i...

(0) newyorkreview | 5 months ago

New York Poetry Review, is a stimulating literary journal that featuring new aspiring talent, emerging poets from N.Y.C. and poets from around the world. We make it a poi...

(2) delia | 4 months ago

Barak Obama Maybe not Prince Charming still Not as bad as Mac ...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

Pumped by the likes of you and of me Wading through bills and sweet eternity You come looking for a cheque that ain't gonna bounce And you find that your money just ain't...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

The policeman's a rapist the CM's a thug You've women to molest and beers to slug Who cares if they catch you and put you in jail Even drunk drivers who kill can now get ...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

There was a cat who ate up her shoe Then she didn't know what to do So she ate up the house Along with the mouse And out came the shoe in her diddly-do.. ...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

There was a cat who ate up her shoe Then she didn't know what to do So she ate up the house Along with the mouse And out came the shoe in her diddly-do.....

(2) delia | 4 months ago

Summer in New York Hot, muggy, pungent, noisy Life won't be ignored ...

(2) delia | 4 months ago

OK so you're not thrilled to note The number of years on earth you've lived Having a birthday is nice I think Considering the alternative ...

(2) nightskysf | 4 months ago

Hear me and my paltry plea Amid the depths of a salty sea Sea of the pious and the approved Addictions of the bias and the unmoved Drowning in this sea of fancy dress Wea...

(2) delia | 4 months ago

When you're the smallest cat The other cats don't cheer They don't say "Isn't she cute?' Or "Aren't we glad she's here?' They say "You're in my spot" And 'You can eat whe...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

"The longest road I ever walked was the one away from you To be great is not a bad fate, but to be good is overdue So off I am to plant the trees I should have planted lo...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

lOOKING FOR WRITERS & POETS IN ALL SHAPES & SIZES TO PARTICIPATE IN ONLINE POETRY SLAM!!! SIMPLY EMAIL YOUR POEM TO shivers.poems@pnn.com and they will be publish...

(5) angelofsoul | 4 months ago

Here is where you can send me your short stories and poetry, and I'll post them so viewers can comment them. Email them to gothic-witch@live.com ...

(2) shivers | 4 months ago

POetrY LoVerS! POets! DrEAmeRs!!! PARTICIPATE IN ONLINE POETRY CONTEST!!! EMAIL your poem to shivers.poems@pnn.com and Check back here to know who won - and to read the o...

(0) angelofsoul | 4 months ago

Heart thumps thudding with purpose beating like a drum through my rib cage making my vision blur my world is tilting all because of three little words "I love you." Focusi...

(2) delia | 4 months ago

When in the course of roaming A new object I meet Is it good to play with? Is it good to eat? These are things I long to know Mysteries intrigue me so In fact could someo...

(0) perlesrose | 4 months ago

I sometimes feel like Alice bewildered and amazed. One moment I am ten feet tall the next I am so very small hardly there at all. Too bad I wasn't given a script what to ...

(0) perlesrose | 4 months ago

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(1) nightskysf | 4 months ago

THE PERFORMER A Poem Who am I tonight, if not the same person I was today? Who are these people that surround me, if not the supporting cast of my staged life? Am I as al...

(1) nightskysf | 4 months ago

ONLY A DREAM A Poem Colors are dull on a day like today Voices buzzing a monotonous tone With bitter tastes on the back of your tongue The scent of mold in the dank morni...

(1) nightskysf | 4 months ago

THE BLACKOUT A Poem The shadows are dancing The sun is not setting, but sinking Below the ground, it floats Floats on the sea of the fallen stars Our lost moon has broken...

(0) angelofsoul | 4 months ago

Purple Means Love White Is The Dove Green Shows My Anger Orange Is Future Danger Yellow Indicates Brightness Blue Describes Our Loneliness And No Matter How You Think Thes...

(2) delia | 3 months ago

When at night into bed I do creep I discover Once again I must plead, May I please have some cover? Though it pains me to have to disturb your sweet slumber Four in a bed...

(0) naduahmarie | 4 months ago

Go to my website to see what is new, I am working on may projects rightnow. Have lots of new things in the works. ew poetry book getting ready for publication... articles ...

(0) angelofsoul | 4 months ago

The twilight is crying My ears are ringing Ringing to the sound of A single heart beat A heart that’s afraid to create Her feelings and emotions into words Words that i...

(0) Moms @ Home | 3 months ago

Las Vegas, NV is generally known for the night life and gambling, but the far lesser known part of Las Vegas is its artistic side. From poetry & dancing to arts and c...

(2) delia | 3 months ago

Oh my little one You like to run much faster Than any other kitty But that could disaster Oh small and restless one The chairs are not for scratching Inside your furry he...

(9) Kassandra | 3 months ago

Beautiful. How can you not feel inspired reading something like this? Cherish yourself and others. I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He refer...

(2) bahknee | 3 months ago

and let it be said that the walls came down and world turned slow almost around before they knew what lie ahead no shepherd would let be said. be brave, take care, fear n...

(2) delia | 2 months ago

Our coats are sleek Our eyes are bright We are the kitties of the night We much prefer To love than fight We are the kitties of the night To sing out loud Is our delight ...

(3) suzannehailey | 2 months ago

T'was Thanksgiving Eve and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. The turkey was stuffed the pies were all done, deviled eggs sat on plat...

(2) ireneintheworld | 2 months ago

is a writer (and blogger) easily distracted by arts & crafts; born in Glasgow; 3 children and 6 grandchildren; no husband to tie her down; studied drama in Gateshead,...

(2) delia | 2 months ago

I hear that there's a war on I ask how can that be I never see the signs of war on my TV Death and broken bodies I only ever see on highly rated crime shows made for TV C...

(2) nightskysf | 2 months ago

It's in my head In here In my cannibal skull. My eyes, ears, my nose and tongue Every nerve consumed By my cannibal skull So that I cannot hear, But can only listen. Can'...

(2) ireneintheworld | 2 months ago

Through a crack in my life my mother’s heavy white breasts on Christmas eve – that mother was black and white, a Tiller Girl with friends on a park bench wind in thei...

(2) ireneintheworld | 2 months ago

His gum-coated tongue laps up flies in a slow rolling motion. He goose-steps with long black legs through trampled night sand flicking up a fine dust. She nestles into ta...

(2) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

If I could change the past Would I even try Looking over the years All I did was cry So what would it really hurt To change a couple things Maybe walk away The day I got ...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

Will I be remembered For who I was...or who I am Will I be sorely missed By my family...by my friends Did I make a difference In this thing that we call life Did I make a...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

Will I be remembered For who I was...or who I am Will I be sorely missed By my family...by my friends Did I make a difference In this thing that we call life Did I make a...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

When I look into the mirror I don't know who it is I see For the person looking through it Couldn't possibly be me I see a pretty face With long and flowing hair The refl...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

There's a story that needs to be shared For whomever wants to hear It's about a fight that needs to be fought For the hope of a few more years It exposes a mother's love ...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

When I cry...I cry alone For when I shed my tears No one will know What I've overcome The pain I've endured Make the tears that I've shed Mean that much more When I close...

(0) authorslegacy | 2 months ago

Sharpness of the blade Cutting through my skin Stealing away my youth My innocence within Gone in the flash of a moment The girl I used to be Left a bloody mess Where no ...

(0) kidzncritters | 7 days ago

At the edge of a backyard beach Laid an ocean known as Pool, Where three little girls did live and swim And never went to school. Each spent her morning brushing the Othe...

(3) hernetwork | about 1 month ago

Link me to your poems, or you may comment them. I'll read and pick them apart...we will see if what I come up with is accurate. To me it's like a riddle and only you know...

(0) inspirationstation | 12 days ago

We met face-to-face for the first time what seems like yesterday, but years have pa ssed and I have known you for a lifetime. You have led me on a rema rkable journey thr...

(0) inkfeather | 12 days ago

Morning Walk Dew's more like a dusting. Droplets of early snow Glitter on colored leaves. Morning sun follows fog. The smell of wood burning enters my nose, exits like sm...

(3) lejeal | 11 days ago

I hang out with my grandmothers for selfish reasons. Like, for example, most of the time I just want to memorize the stories of our family. This is because my cousin Nico...