Liberty cracked the bell peals appealing to silver peddlers propping poems on the sill propping a canary to fetters feathers litter the ground inside the golden cage, children crowd around children fade

A Poetry Contest enter below your link in the comments to let me know. The rules the rules Need we much? Just a few, they are as such: 1 -use #killerpoetry in the tags of your post 2- upvote and resteem

A flower petal graces a plate, a spot of color at the center of your eye finds a center in the white, pupil reflecting a plated petal. welcome to atlanta... Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's

there is a chicken carcass in the alley, a lost ugly ducking who tumbled off the pallet into a bed of satin, frail dog on a kneeler, sun stain around the neck where a belt once said 'Waldo'. inspired by

Check into the room promptly throw your key away, swallow all your pride before asking for free toiletries, hand-outs and needles in the alley-way. Bagels by the door for the curious passerbyer, expired

The moon stalks the stars, high heeled pacing contrarian, whips a strapped sun behind closed curtains; candle wax dripping, wiping splinters from our eyes; safe word: our point of origin, all of us are

I write your name, a mark on the proverbial chalkboard, a self-imposed discipline or a natural selection, reaction; a line of chalk erased away in a cloud of carcinogenic smoke or frantic, a fever malaise

Synergy this moment changes everything, he said, pulling jammed paper from the printer.   Lightbulb Sun The sun is a bedtime story read too eagerly to the shadows   Fear and Loathing in the USofA We have

The song of the leaves whistles, or softens colors drab like a glass of water. The day is old, by which I mean shipped out this morning for it had started to turn; prow nudging the pier like a new deck

I will not repeat myself.         We are above such litany. Straining to comprehend muttered refraining,         the celebration of self cleansing, no, we follow a higher power, tower over religious babel:

Those whose minds were yet benighted hide their faces in the folds and clutch at our hems                 they say, "I am frightened."         We, the ever vigilant paladins,         opposed

A Poetry Contest enter below your link in the comments to let me know. The rules the rules Need we much? Just a few, they are as such: 1 -use #killerpoetry in the tags of your post 2- upvote and resteem

Welcome to the fourth haiku contest! The theme for this week is warm again. As spring comes I think many people sigh with relief "ahhh finally I can go outside and not be freezing". The warmer

earthquakes are a preferred form of compensation in California, cave-ins are just another excuse     not to have to go outside petition to be recognized as part of the Pacific Ocean     what use is a hammer

On the first day, they say there was light         illuminating a dusty corner nightstand         in the covered book nook of the mind;         a flame without a wick to love         or a 3.86 x 1026 watt

Ancient wisdom and power plants; a dense menagerie of amulets dangling,     cosmic hymns tucked in drawers no longer willing     to slide open. The peppered moth buries her face in ash,     dappled shadow

Source "What is good never lasts" I wrote this line in all my drafts And everytime it gets deleted I thought that's how it should be treated It's a vicious wicked thought When it shows up it

pic source Hi guys! I've noticed the extreme love for a steamy cup of coffee among steemians. So, here's a simple contest for finding common "ground" Show me your best mug shots, poetry, haiku,

I gaze upon a lamp cast shadow and question, “Why do you stalk my steps,         yet flee my approach?” A response, rare, was offered in the wordless way shades do, a fleeting turn to stare at stars and

I, hourglass mind         wait for time     to pass me by;         the jaybird     quiet perched,     dawn picking     lullabies from         her beak.     I, halo of cast light         pray for form     to