Category: The Poetry Bar

Choice is
Ours to make
Even when tides are
High and chaos heavy
Even when we feel down
And wish to hide under the sea
Choice is
Ours to make
Let the wave crash and bury us alive
Or face whatever is on the road
With faith and hope

Some things about me: My name is Marie, I live in Paris. I am a life lover, a passionnate writer. Books take me on journeys. I started writing as a way to express my feelings. Now I love to create stories. Looking at the word is my favorite hobby!

You can read me on my blog: https://mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

Can you see me world?
As I jump up into the air
And down onto the cold earth.
I do exist you know, though I am small
And my patience wanes.
So, I crouch downwards to my feet,
Pacing my hands along their smooth surface.
It occurs to me, that I may in fact be
Insignificant
In the grand scale of things, of course I am,
Its only logical.
I hold my head up for a moment,
This air has changed.
As has where I was before I closed
These tired eyes.
I am surrounded by our home,
No, not the world,
The milky way.
Its long arms stretch out,
Skimming the very tip of my nose,
And soon it bathes my entire being
In its stellar ocean of stars.
I understand now, I received the message.
It is not about being noticed,
As we are all already one in
The grand scheme of things.
So, it is not just I, but us.

-Nightly Muse, N

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

A morning cup of coffee
A place to sit and think
Some time to examine
what life means to me
Man, I need a stronger drink

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Under the skin, something poisonous.
Like an acid flowing,
as if from the Alien monster.
Watch out for the dribbling!

Often now, there are thoughts that reflect
that menacing countenance.
A wrestling match
(With an Angel, or Devil?)

Tenderness, not likened with love,
Pain’s manifest in the body glove.
Sore to the touch, no matter where.
Could be from cooking to medium rare.

The chef is the spirit
that wallows in sorrow,
and all need to fear it,
’cause it swallows Tomorrow.

Hello, I am Lee Dunn.
Working stiff (retired).  Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher.
I write some eclectic poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction.
Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press
And Spillwords Press.
I blog on WordPress at https://secret-lifeof.com/

If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

I am a plus sized woman
Skinny girls don’t know
the struggle they couldn’t
It’s always difficult trying to find my size
Everything I eat goes to my stomach my hips and my thighs
Guys assume because we’re overweight we have low self esteem and we’re easy
What if I told you it’s a while before I spread my wings completely
My hips have stretch marks like dripping wet paint
My thighs are thick as oatmeal but I never get a complaint
Despite the shit people say I love my body from head to toe
Self confidence and love give you an inner glow

Hi my name Brianna but most call me red cause I use to have red hair and I love red lipstick. I’m 21 years old. Gaming, cooking, and writing are my passions. I’ve been writing short stories since elementary school but I didn’t start writing poetry until I was in high school.