Poetry Pages

your poetry manages to leave the deepest impression on me.

i feel as if i am observing abstract painting and art go by like an art exhibit but everything is part of a whole. Beautiful!

it's interesting to read a poet now after having read 7 years back.....and hmmm, nope, still don't understand.

i jest! or do i?

On the long road One day we set off to the find the wizard with The four wheels of my training bike going over Dirt mounds, little elven cities where their buildings grew as tall as the stubbled sunburnt grass That tickled and scratched at thighs | calves. We were on the look out for the great wizar...

i want to echo what bags123 said about the concept of this poem. It was very very brilliantly executed with the repetition. Now I'm left pondering cost efficient but has it cost us something else? Hmmm.

the first line was very striking. I normally cannot find a word to say about how a poem makes me feel much less comment about the structure, language, or content of a poem but for what it's worth your poem made me feel...whimsical, a little lost? but this: Our kisses parted and arrived Depth and sug...

I have been away from the pages awhile. It's been a long time since I've talked to Tom and it saddens me to hear of his passing. I remember meeting him in the chat room we had eight years ago. It sounds ridiculous, but it really has been eight years since a naive thirteen year old me came to the pag...

Nothing happens Or everything does. If I could tell the difference between a generality and something special something hot like blood in the vein concealed by connective hopes dreams and a burning desire then maybe the words would come would come would come to my throat---relieve the pulsing of suc...

I’ve had enough of these days.
Enough of being set downhill
where I am called upon to climb
uphill
the face of this
mammoth rock.

You know I just wouldn't be human if I didn't try and hold your hand as it disintegrated from the light of a thousand suns somewhere above Hiroshima. Or kiss the tears from your cheeks in Iraq, like the sweat from your brow in Zimbabwe. It isn't in me not to try and lift the rubble crushing you in ...

@Oldpoet: I like tom petty. But I believe old bob dylan captures where I am right now in my life more. thanks Heinz, I'm always sort of lurking around here, reading bits and things. Uni has kept me quite busy. My poems have been sitting in my word processor for awhile now and I've decided to share t...

The musicians’ troupe convenes In California with beautiful Ganymede On his word processor playing, playing his Music to a world unseen. And lo, behold, towering tyrant Zeus God of much sound and fury Comes to hoist Ganymede On to his shoulders Away from that invisible music And up high to Olympus w...

I like you For being unkind For rasping at me With the voice of the dying. You told me I had bird bones, That I was born flighty, so that your voice, Your hands, your delicious weight could cage me. I like you For being unkind Chaining me not with Steel or gilded traps But with the bonds of flesh Th...

Living in California you get all kinds of weather if you head in the right direction. We could go to the beach or the mountains and look upon the dandruff snow with practiced affection born out of the hands of our mothers and the overbearing cadence of our fathers. My love lives in California with a...

You brought me such exquisite gifts. Sieves of fine gold And links of sterling silver friendship to eat over tea and sweet cakes and the strands of our conversation nipped at our ankles beneath the table where a quieter discourse was being made as we, in voice, laid the foundation of a love like upt...

interesting.

I've been wondering about that too. If freedom is priceless than humanity is dispensable.

scary thought.