Poetry
18,070 words by 47 writers in Accra Metropolis, Aireys Inlet & elsewhere
Top Recent Stories
City Tales, poetry
Nowadays, everyone is looking down, checking out their iPhones. I guess they don't want to miss anything.
by Shu KugeTokyo — Actually, they miss everything. The other day, I realized on the Sobu Line that the clouds were beautiful. But I was the only one who was looking up. Baudelaire, a French poet of “flaneur,” writes about “The Stranger” who hates everything but clouds “up there…up there (la-bas… la-bas),” the ultimate form of freedom. As a flaneur, it is said that Baudelaire walked around the city all day and a...
Courtney Casteel
David Wade Chambers
Adrian Tribe
Smo Mo
in ertia
technology, poetry
The Upgrade.
by Lia PasSaskatoon — When I was recovering from my appendectomy earlier this year the “need” arose. The need for web pages to stop crashing, the need for the ability to post on Facebook without my iPad seizing up, the nee...
oku no hosomichi, poetry, Prose
The journey begins ...
by Matsuo BashoTokyo — The months and days are travellers of eternity. Just like the years that come and go. For those who live their lives on boats, or lead horses towards old age, their lives are travel, their journeys ar...
home, Life, poetry
Sitting in an apartment without any furniture beyond that found on the street, I recall a favorite poem, struck at the suddenly narrow distance between (my) life and art. It goes like so:
by Zach HymanNew york — Back Home Again This John Denver song comes back around Like a semi around a cloverleaf intersection This morning, as though circling slowly the potential lives My father might have imagine...
Other Stories
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poem, Prose poetry, poetry
Talula
by Camsy Ocumen in Quezon City -
sunrise, Paradise, poetry
Paradise
by Zoe Lin in Punta Gorda -
justice, poetry, A new day
Sun and Moon
by David Wade Chambers in Aireys Inlet -
rapture, poetry, meditation
Awaiting Cleopatra
by David Wade Chambers in Aireys Inlet -
meditation, Life, poetry
Soliloquy
by David Wade Chambers in Aireys Inlet -
night, Prose, poetry
Midsummer Night
by Sanna Karlsson in Katrineholm -
poetry, nature, Wordsworth
"To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity..."
by Aparna K in Lucknow -
relationships, poem, poetry
The universe conspiredIn quite a remarkable way.
by Lester X in null -
poetry, Christmas, South Africa
Baobab Christmas Tree -- Christmas in Johannesburg
by Judson Duryea in Johannesburg -
poetry, Acoustics, Home Recording
Intarsia
by Marcus Hammerschmitt in Tübingen -
relationships, poetry
If you wanted her to stay...
by líadan rí in Bodega Bay -
Today's Sunrise, poetry
Sun Beams Only
by David Wade Chambers in Aireys Inlet -
poetry, Today's Sunrise
Reveillé
by David Wade Chambers in Aireys Inlet -
writing, poetry
The leafless trees my fancy please, their fate resembles mine
by Emanuel Rabina in Ohakune -
poetry, hello, jazz
A Simulacrum for the Blues
by Chris DeBarr in Portland -
wine, climate change, poetry
Minerve, the cliffs where vineyards grow upon rocks, silence, and ancient prayers left by long ago violence...
by Chris DeBarr in Portland -
hiking, Discovery, poetry
Norway Travels Pt. 2
by Avren Keating in Kinsarvik -
Prose, poetry, sexuality
The Biology of Fleshly Pleasure
by Mary-Ann Barton in Maynard -
Memory, poetry, first meet
I cling to your memory, your smile, your charms.
by Lorena Rivas in Guatemala City -
sunset, poetry
Sunset strip
by Adrian Tribe in Sevenoaks -
bamboo, poetry, brothers
My brother planted a forest.
by Michael Dechane in Pinellas Park -
china, Expat, poetry
Accustomed
by Nicole Zhu in Beijing -
poetry, Art, Family
so hard to be held / and even harder to behold / the hole / that hides / in my small / universe
by Hadge Hughes in Lancing -
poetry, Books
Saw a feminist Moroccan poet give a reading in Harlem.
by Annie Massa in New York -
walking, Finding, poetry
a neighborhood stroll...
by Chris DeBarr in Portland -
Railways, poetry, Street Art
What would Sir John Betjeman say?
by Adrian Tribe in London -
poetry
Y'know that cat you can seeit's in your mind.
by Smo Mo in Hexham -
Prose, poetry
Friendship
by Samuel Alomenu in Accra -
poetry, Portland, Pacific Northwest
"blue eyes"
by Jeremiah Knudson in Portland -
City Tales, poetry
Nowadays, everyone is looking down, checking out their iPhones. I guess they don't want to miss anything.
by Shu Kuge in Tokyo -
poetry, Portland, Pacific Northwest
Animal Halo iteration ii
by Jeremiah Knudson in Portland -
spring, Colour, poetry
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden..., er, oil seed rape
by Adrian Tribe in Sevenoaks -
poetry, Winter
The Death of Frosty
by Samantha B in Sainte-Catherine-de-la-Jacques-Cartier -
poetry
Longing for the sea...
by kat c in Mandaluyong -
home, Life, poetry
Sitting in an apartment without any furniture beyond that found on the street, I recall a favorite poem, struck at the suddenly narrow distance between (my) life and art. It goes like so:
by Zach Hyman in New York -
poetry
That hurt is not. <br >The space has gone. <br >We touch again. <br >My friends and kin.
by in ertia in Lanark -
poetry
I can see again now my power and lead. Those four again can gain and fly. Stronger but can I hold it?
by in ertia in Lanark -
poetry
To say one thing and to mean another
by Smo Mo in Hexham -
poetry
I held my hands and they felt fantasticI tasted my tongue..
by Smo Mo in Hexham -
poetry
My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavementI remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia...
by Smo Mo in Hexham
Recent Moments
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poem, Prose poetry, poetry
Talula
in Quezon City, Philippines -
sunrise, Paradise, poetry
Paradise
in Punta Gorda, Belize -
rubys, Love, poetry
In a sea of diamonds, I chose what could seem a stone. Knowing that I loved it and forever it'd be my own.Just as I had thought, that rock was not a rock. It was a brilliant ruby, that's beauty can finally show.Stronger than ANY diamond, it shines across the sea. An I can say I've always loved that ruby, and that ruby has always loved me.
in null, null -
meditation, Life, poetry
Soliloquy
in Aireys Inlet, Australia -
poetry, Adventure, inspiration
Like the night sky, we're full of mysteries with our curious eyes. Possessing the elegance of a blooming rose, in a field of ungracious souls. We are pearls of an extraordinary paradise, though most of us are blinded by the unearthly cries. I write of such matter, in the deepest state of poetry. Such a graceful art, that's written cursively across my heart. In a paralyzation of beauty, this earth inevitably stuns me. Leaving each flower to grow, in a cardiac arrest of a fanciful field of the unknown. Each day is an adventure, grasp the exhilaration resting gracefully at your awaiting.
in Nassau, The Bahamas -
relationships, poem, poetry
The universe conspiredIn quite a remarkable way.
in null, null -
poetry, Love, inspiration
You're the aid to my bruises. You're my heart's music. A symphony that beats for my muses. A heavenly arena of extravagantly extraordinary mystic rhythms. Arranging into a line of coordinated notes. Forming into the melody of love, the melody of inspiration. The sweet rhythmic paths of life itself shown into such prosperous beauty. An adventurous land of glory, waiting to be traveled upon. Awaiting to be uncovered.
in Niagara Falls, United States -
poetry, Love
When I See Pianos, I Think of You (2:24 AM Draft)
in South Jakarta, Indonesia -
poetry, Christmas, South Africa
Baobab Christmas Tree -- Christmas in Johannesburg
in Johannesburg, South Africa -
Paris, poetry, inspire
A seat for two. Where two have sat. Upon the abyss of such imagination. The distance led to conflict and frustration. Leaving the young girl anxiously impatient. The wait was a while. For a while she could wait. Patiently impatient to meet her true love of fate.
in Paris, França -
poetry, Love, inspiration
My Lighthouse even knows there’s more than what is told.Sharks keep swimming,I’m no longer in fear,I’ve swam to the shore,Where none of you seem to exist here.Safe inside, I climbed my Lighthouse,As I approached the lookout, I glanced down south.Peering into the ocean,As if it’s a torturous place I never have been.I stood upon the edge of my Lighthouse,Waving down south,Farewell my sins, I am free at last.My lovely Lighthouse has rescued me,No more hiding,I’ll shine with its lighting.Lighting up the night,Standing tall and striking all the demons of the sea.Balancing high above,As I am free.My Lighthouse knows me and holds me close,My armory that I love the most.Built up in bricks,The walls are thick.Incapable of being knocked down, my beautiful Lighthouse stood tall,Waiting patiently as The Recovery of my fall.
in Saint Louis, United States -
dream, poetry, inspire
The world seems so small, when we stand here only five feet tall; Upon this Earth, a mound of dirt, that's sat evolving for years; We think we've been through so much, with all the pain and tears; This Earth of ours, has fought through deterioration; We could learn from the universe, how each planet is aligned; How each star seems to arise, but really just appears at night; In moments we feel alone, there's always someone else who feels the same; With great actions, come great rewards, great achievements, from great chores; No matter what dreams we adore, with great effort, we'll get there for sure; It's undeniable that the earth is a maze, a glorious haze worth every second; Worth each haze and chase, for each blaze of happy fate;
in Rolla, United States -
poetry, inspire, Adventure
Poetry saves me, When I'm falling so hard; When I am lost at sea, It reels me in; Though I'm hurting, It reminds me I'll heal within; I'am a diamond in cognito, Buffering my flaws; Though the crevasses run deeper, I give it my all; They think they see through me, But look again; Look even harder, You won't know where to begin; I'm just a girl, who's learned to concur sins;
in Sorrento, Italy -
dream, Love, poetry
Dancing in a field of sunflowers. What felt like hours. Dancing upon the unconscious cloud of glory that frolicked in my mind. Reminiscing the memories of imagination. It was all but a dream, such a fancy thing. As I awoke in bed, a sunflower was laid beside my head.
in Atlanta, United States -
LGBTQ, poetry, Mental Health
Struggling Through Drought
in Dublin, United States -
poetry, Acoustics, Home Recording
Intarsia
in Tübingen, Germany -
relationships, poetry
If you wanted her to stay...
in Bodega Bay, United States -
justice, poetry, A new day
Sun and Moon
in Aireys Inlet, Australia -
rapture, poetry, meditation
Awaiting Cleopatra
in Aireys Inlet, Australia -
poetry, Today's Sunrise
Reveillé
in Aireys Inlet, Australia -
Today's Sunrise, poetry
Sun Beams Only
in Aireys Inlet, Australia -
nature, Autumn, poetry
Autumn brushes the summer's colours away, ready to blow in the wind
in Newtownards, United Kingdom -
writing, poetry
The leafless trees my fancy please, their fate resembles mine
in Ohakune, New Zealand -
poetry, hello, jazz
A Simulacrum for the Blues
in Portland, United States -
wine, climate change, poetry
Minerve, the cliffs where vineyards grow upon rocks, silence, and ancient prayers left by long ago violence...
in Portland, United States -
hiking, Discovery, poetry
Norway Travels Pt. 2
in Kinsarvik, Norway -
poetry, Video Art, Today's office
We like to think that Gertrude would be pleased.
in Saskatoon, Canada -
Prose, poetry, sexuality
The Biology of Fleshly Pleasure
in Maynard, United States -
night, Prose, poetry
Midsummer Night
in Katrineholm, Sweden -
Memory, poetry, first meet
I cling to your memory, your smile, your charms.
in Guatemala City, Guatemala -
poetry, Prose
It is a skin warming sadness,A warm bath surrender Unto the slow, wrinkled stare - outInto the most ordinarily empty and Unceremoniously averageSounds, and single-coloured walls and shoesAnd hands and sugared cream-coffee and Rushed, always late walksThere is no eruptive Pain.No great knowing when, or where or how deepYour hands have buriedTheir skin-oiled canvas Beneath this stare.But i see it,Sometimes in full colour,Leaking into the everyday Unceremoniously average sadness.Each drip of usWashed awayIn such a quietly normalDaytime breath
in Tokyo, Japan -
sunset, poetry
Sunset strip
in Sevenoaks, United Kingdom -
poetry
Finding power in pain.
in San Francisco, United States -
china, Expat, poetry
Accustomed
in Beijing, China -
poetry, Art, Family
so hard to be held / and even harder to behold / the hole / that hides / in my small / universe
in Lancing, United Kingdom -
bamboo, poetry, brothers
My brother planted a forest.
in Pinellas Park, United States -
poetry, Books
Saw a feminist Moroccan poet give a reading in Harlem.
in New York, United States -
Railways, poetry, Street Art
What would Sir John Betjeman say?
in London, United Kingdom -
walking, Finding, poetry
a neighborhood stroll...
in Portland, United States -
poetry
Y'know that cat you can seeit's in your mind.
in Hexham, United Kingdom