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Icicles

They can form in an instant
as tiny waterdrops
crystalize from a great height
as mercury retreats
Race to the grid
a dangerous one
as jack frost waits
to turn rain into ice
Clear as the sunshine shines
they reach for the floor
aiming for a path or brook
only to be stopped – dead
No longer aqueous
More solid than liquid
tiny air bubbles trapped
suspended by cold
And as the icicle grows
the runner up takes the prize
heading for the stream
as no1 gets caught frozen
I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK
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Unspoken

This garden is filled with loneliness
The loneliness is the only thing blossoming here
I have tied myself to a sand castle, filled with thorns.
I can see you coming, making your way to this garden
what is your name? Do you have any place to go?
I can feel your warmth, your heat is real
I can see you pick the blue flower
I want to hold it too, But I can’t
This is my destiny.
You know that I can’t show you me
I can’t face you, because I’m scared
I’m scared you’ll laugh on me
I can’t show you the real me
Can’t expose my vulnerability
I’m scared you’ll run away.
So I decide to put on a mask
Just to come and see you
This fear won’t go, I’m still scared
But I want you.
What I can do is, plant a flower
A pretty flower, that resembles you
As beautiful as you, maybe more
That will breathe as a person
And maybe I can live with that
Because I still want you.
Maybe back then, if I could collect the courage
To stand in front of you
Would things be better now?
Would everything be different?
This castle is collapsing & crashing
I’m screaming, looking at this broken mask
All this while,
I still want you, I still need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR-
I am Anoma, aged 22. I am from India, and I am a final year student doing computer engineer. Engineering is to earn the livelihood and writing is to earn that happiness that was missing in my life. I won’t call myself a writer or a poet, because all I do is just spill out whatever comes in my mind without any flow or rhyme but all I can say is writing reduces the burden off my shoulders. It gives me mental peace and when people can relate to what I write, I feel I’ve achieved the purpose of writing. I am a person who finds it very hard to express myself verbally to anyone, until I started writing.
I am attaching the link to my blog.
https://anomawankhade.wordpress.com/
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The romance of the Cosmos

The celestial realm is doing a waltz
Debris rocks with firefly tails
Are a part of this romance of the cosmos
While spirals of light and gasses are moving
Through an endless expansive universe

Down on one of the rotating rocks
Are a life force of ingenuity
Breathing atoms of purpose
But flesh and bone of pride at times

They wonder if there is other life
They send satellites and robots to assess
But what they are forgetting
Is the One Being who is always there

He has been there before eons began
He watches from afar
But He looks deeply into each heart
Inspecting each motivation and loving act

He has us in His ancient hands
And on His never ending thoughts
So is there life on other planets?
There is more activity than we could ever believe

 

© Carly Wiggins 2018

Carly Wiggins is a young adult from Texas. She loves creative fiction writing but her first love was poetry. When she discovered poetry her world grew into so much more. She found an outlet to express her anxiety and let others gain insight from her unique perspective on the world. Her life experiences and faith also play a major role in her poetry.

Her Blog Link:
https://messageinstanza.com/

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Prairie Children

Like the wind beating upon the Rockies
We were shaped
Like the grasses
We learned over time
To endure, and
To flow
In silence
As if at we had not a care in the world

We rested
Under blankets of snow
Until Chinooks exposed our fragile wisps
Like the wildflowers
We were rare
And hard to find
– Maggie

Maggie O’Byrne is a Canadian poet who writes primarily about personal experiences in the form of narrative and free verse. You can find her blog @ http://maggieobyrnepoetry.wordpress.com/

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This perfect day

As the starry deep black
Of this moonless night falls-
The air crisp and fresh; ushers in those many night calls.

Brings forth too-
The smell of damp, wet grass.
As memories of this Perfect Day,..

Do so, slowly pass.

i, Shiro… (aka R.Roma.)     Martial Artist, Motorcyclist Crash Test Dummy and Research Author. Concentrating on rewriting our World Legends in different Ways.

https://idreamofninjablog.wordpress.com

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Revenge

I wish I was a poison dart,
dark red blood floods when
my needle pierces your skin.
Imagine how sick I could
make you with the venom
running in your veins,
aiding the words meant
to sting you.
I want your ears to ring
at the filling of your blood
with a hurt that you deserved
so long ago. And I want
to be the last thing you see
before you say good-bye.
– Marysa

My name is Marysa Storm (Yes, it’s my real name) but in the writing world I go by Marysa Writes. As of late October, I have only been writing a year. It started as a way to cope with everything going on around me but has turned into a genuine passion of mine. My website is https://marysawrites.wordpress.com

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Let it be

You are something special, someone special.
I am so happy you came into my life.

My days become more full and enjoyable,
as I anticipate your morning message to me.
My heart pounds uncontrollably,
as I approach my computer and check my message inbox.
What will you say today?

Will you posture yourself in a sense of openness, ready, willing and anxious to receive my love into your torn and tattered heart?

Yes, it is true.
Yes, it is possible.
Yes, it is me.
The one you have been waiting for.
The one you have been dreaming of.
The one for you.

As I pierce your heart with cupid’s arrow,
you succumb to my advances and reciprocate my every desire.
We embrace and embark on an endless journey of lovemaking,
so fulfilling, and well beyond our wildest dreams.

Say you want me as I say I want you.
Say you love me, as I say I love you.
Take my love inside of you and join our hearts together,
so we can both be whole again.

Do it.
Do it now.
Don’t wait.
Don’t hesitate.

It was meant to be.
It was meant to happen.
Let it be.

Let yourself go and come into my world, our world, the world of life long love and eternal bliss.

If only for a moment.
Let it be.
Please let it be.
– Mark Fleshman

Mark Fleshman. I’m an author of love letters, love poems and erotica books. I created the Comealot Sex Clinic, a fictional safe haven where sexual expression knows no bounds. I like reading, writing and listening to erotica and I love hearing my steamy, sizzling sex stories oozing off a woman’s lips. http://markfleshman.com.

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The secret life of Silence

The wind picks up
every sound,
background never heard before
like leather
breaking down in my sandal
and the pull of blood
from each heartbeat,

the woodpecker’s glide
over the house when he stops
beating his wings.

I turn off the furnace
unplug the fridge
kick the orchid out of the room.

Still, I hear snow
melting in the sun
and the girl next door
who knows
she will leave home
tonight.
– © T.L. Murphy –

Hi, I’m T.L. Murphy. I’m am a carpenter and a home builder,  a skier, a husband, a father and a grandfather,   I’ve been writing and publishing poetry for more than 40 years. No books yet but working on it.  I live in Alberta Canada on the edge of Banff National Park in the east slopes of the Rocky Mountains. Visit my blog @ https://tlmurphypoetry.wordpress.com/

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Secret Affair

I was born into a world of torrents
Fire, ice, rain and continuous darkness
Queer how sage maturity strips away
The layers of veils humanity hangs- hides
Culpability is replaced by a brazen stance
Curtains are stripped off- near bare naked

Brushed encounter- flame and ember
There were sparks from the get-go
Faint whispers from a hidden voice
Breathing again and again- just enough
To play imaginatively on the same wave

We seem to tease each other- at first
In that long shadow dance, from afar
Innuendos by others- red-faced me
whenever someone stumbled upon
Penning words to, unknown stranger
I’d withdraw, shamefully as if wrong

My innate drive helped drive- secretcy
And in time our fluency in façade
Became the clandestine of normalcy
We were our own spy like network

Jot down little notes, for later, formulating
Planning for a deeper more meaningful
Interaction- opening hidden treasure
Her darkness heightened my attraction
And slowly we- danced neath the moonlight
Which lead to more and more locations
Daytime encounters in semi-public shops
I was beset- helplessly falling and knowing it
Music playing help cover my love murmurs
Whenever others were closely around
Sometimes I’d catch myself- often-not

Maybe destiny felt betrayed somehow
Often staging my life changing events
Knowing I would flee instinctively to- her
Setting up close encounter happenstances
Far too easy to avoid- we toyed- we had too
My thirst had grown into a hunger, a need
Addiction label would lessen the definition

The physical desire aflame- undeniable
To soil upon the white lien, over and over
Sweat beaded, food wasn’t required
Interruptions were normally evaded
Or delayed- water near by- in reach
It became more than an affair- twas love
Of this, even this day I’m most certain
I’ve stopped trying to be the “best lover”
And concentrate on simply loving-her
With all my heart and soul has to offer
Often, I stumble, still she accepts it in stride

I’ve rarely taken her out openly- publicly
She’s never really complained or minded
As of late, masked for security reasons
Security of my childish insecurities mostly
I’m slowly desensitizing from a rush of fear
Concerned others can’t believe or understand
Which too often marginalized my-self before
Reinforcing all those past subjective taunts
planted a false palisade of my inadequacies
And jealous people brought about angry violence

But enough of foolish ignorance- this is really
About a long-standing love- long kept quiet
A love that no longer needs affirmation- silence
From a cruel and disheartening world at large
Needs no acceptance by academic scholars
Who antiquatedly still demand conformity
Wherefore art thou lover- I am love- enlightened

Its also about delving deep into one’s own soul
Bypassing corridors of cobwebs, haunting ghost
A cavern void of life’s restriction, expectations
Where self finally embraces the child and I-
All simultaneously, smiling and happily alive
Battle scars healing and hearts mended up
Yes, my love become- is with her- Poetry
Because, Poetry was born in love with…me

Poet of the Light © 2018

My moniker is Poet of the Light. I’m an average man living in America with experiences in love, life, dreams and loss.  Poetry in its own unique way like a lover, has taught me to let my heartfelt whispers go free and find their own home.  Some of those whispers are now slowing being released on my page @ poetofthelight.com

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Who am I?

Daughter of a preacher man
Stifled and scared
To tell him
I’m not who he thinks I am

My daddy was perfect
My mommy said,
The smartest man around
And best looking in town

He preached fire and fear
Opinions not entertained
God’s word is
Literally contained

He knew the truth
And knows it well
His message to the world
Repent or go to hell

@Ruth 2018

This poem is written by the very talented Ruth and she is finding her voice. You can visit her blog https://rhscribbles.wordpress.com/ for more interesting content!

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