Writing Poems
My Merciless Muse
by Michael J. Nappi
I stand back, and light the fuse,
hoping, to awake my muse.
She could be found anywhere,
yet, when I call her, she's not there.
In field of clover, with no pen,
my muse flies to me again.
When I'm busy, hard a work,
she teases me, what a jerk.
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The Composition of Shadows (I & II)
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about poetry, poems about writing, poems about the process of composition...
The Composition of Shadows (I)
by Michael R. Burch
“I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats
We breathe and so we write; the night
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mother forbade feeding the poor thing
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a dog outside and it kept
barking for some reason
Ah yes, it was chained
and the chain was terribly short
and the poor animal was hungry
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it
No, mother wanted it
to die
because it had been father’s dog,
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Ctrl-Alt-Del
by Erica Scott
I’m afraid these words are beginning to feel too real,
the commas are forgetting to separate.
I’m afraid my mind is stuck in that place,
far from where I’m going,
close to where I hate.
I’m afraid that I’m becoming the very stories I write to erase.
Cyst
by Bogdan Dragos
you ever just sit or lay
on your bed and stare at
the ceiling and wonder
if you’ve ever eaten meat from an animal
that was the offspring of another animal
you’ve eaten?
I’ve once read an article about the
food industry’s secret glue
that can paste together the meat
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My Merciless Muse
by Michael J. Nappi
I stand back, and light the fuse,
hoping, to awake my muse.
She could be found anywhere,
yet, when I call her, she's not there.
In field of clover, with no pen,
my muse flies to me again.
When I'm busy, hard a work,
she teases me, what a jerk.
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Morning Song
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
The clouds are falling each hour
There's no sun though it's warm today
Just a grey day to sit and write you a love song
In the morning, I woke up and drew
For there were no words floating inside my head
Until after lunch when it was quiet
As everyone is gone except for me
Sitting at the computer, I could write
However, there's nothing to write about
Except the solitude I might have experienced
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The Composition of Shadows (I & II)
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about poetry, poems about writing, poems about the process of composition...
The Composition of Shadows (I)
by Michael R. Burch
“I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats
We breathe and so we write; the night
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The Written Word
by John Michaelson
The Written Word by John Michaelson
The infinite and eternal power of the written word,
Penned naked and vulnerable on the page,
Lies only in the destiny of its earnest reader,
With its untapped potential trapped in its cage.
As its curves and its corners are flowing with ease,
Whether handwritten, typed or etched,
Its power to influence the reader it attracts,
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Longer Poems (II) by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are longer poems (II) by Michael R. Burch...
Duet (I)
by Michael R. Burch
Oh, Wendy, by the firelight, how sad,
how worn and gray your auburn hair became!
You’re very silent, like an evening rain
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