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only poetry | November 21st 2009 by manish mishra
how would you explain some things happening with head, belly and heart combined head hurts as you just fell down heart aches as the days are losing and people near you, are not people you keep as they are to be freed from your bound and people read more
Guillaume Apollinaire
Los Mejores Blogs | November 21st 2009 by angel
Give known or pin ware. Fancy teeth, gas strips. Elbow elect, sour stout pore, pore caesar, pour state at. Leave eye lessons I. Leave I. Lessons. I. Leave I lessons, I. *Gertrude Stein, 1913 read more
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Los Mejores Blogs | November 21st 2009 by angel
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay. *Robert Frost, 1923 read more
Fire and Ice
Los Mejores Blogs | November 21st 2009 by angel
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice read more
Sure, the Chanterelle
Seedlings in Stone | November 21st 2009
Sometimes words escape me. Like tonight.Then I reach back and find something written at another time......like this simple poem, which you will find in the upcoming collection, along with much longer poems of course. My dad (I know you're reading thi read more
O Blind Girl
Bamboo Lounge | November 21st 2009 by Mr. Pramathesh
I am but a mass of shadows that pass your hut daily without a thought about your world.You stand cold and blink vacantly at thousands that flit by day in day out.Stark blind, you stand blinking day in day out, Trying to cut past this dark gauzy aura read more
middle
only poetry | November 21st 2009 by manish mishra
I am learning to start from middle where things catch up speed holding edges so tight the middle grows unseed… read more
Poesías de Amor
Poesía de vida y más...Life poetry and more… | November 21st 2009
Cuando una poesía más dice sobre el amor;es cuando la melancolía y el anhelo braman en quien la creó.Pues el amor necesita del sufrimiento para revivir;porque sin aquello no podría encontrar a alguien que lo haga existir. Nuevo tema read more
attila jozsef | i’ll be a gardener
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
Attila Jozsef | April 11, 1905 – December 3, 1937 I’ll Be a Gardener (Kertesz leszek) by Attila Jozsef, translated from the Hungarian by Paul Sohar I’ll be a gardener of trees, with the rising sun I’ll rise and see to it that read more
attila jozsef | the poor are the poorest
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
Attila Jozsef | April 11, 1905 – December 3, 1937 THE POOR ARE THE POOREST (Aki szegeny, az a legszegenyebb) by Attila Jozsef If God were a scribe and kept Plying his pen, all he could do, He couldn’t write a list of all The sufferings t read more
attila jozsef | the song of a grieving hungarian
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
The Song of a Grieving Hungarian (Bus Magyar eneke) by Jozsef Attila, translated from the Hungarian by Paul Sohar A song is flying far a field, on raven wings of evening breeze, a frayed-faced little man is singing, about the things he sees around h read more
attila jozsef | with a pure heart
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
Attila Jozsef | April 11, 1905 – December 3, 1937 With A Pure Heart Fatherless and motherless, godless and countryless, I’m without a crib or coffin, without a lover to possess. For the third day I have gone without a meal of any kind. M read more
The Church On That Ground
The Foureyed Poet. | November 21st 2009 by Malcolm T Gould
On that ground once stood a church but now a supermarket car park. Long before silent fields of virgin soil settlements of early human forms. living long before any technology blighted the natural land and ecology. Through centuries generatio read more
I’m Sorry
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
Image by Peter Rivera via Flickr I’m sorry for what I did to youuuuuu If I can take every wrong doing back I would I’m begging on my hands and knees Oh please take me back I won’t do you any wrong anymore **I’m sorry that I c read more
Fear of Pain
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
Fear of Pain © 2009 Dr.P.Elayaraja Pain is not the one that hurts you Hurts alone the fear of pain, When you pretend to bear the pain You will be called an insane. Fear is a trauma That induces the agony, Life is a drama Here read more
beth borrus | world wars…
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
World wars gnawed humanity to the bone. We are all hollow now, we are all men now. Children are just the weak ones, the ones who starve and die, the ones who have no money. Lack of money is the greatest crime. Song on the question. Mankind is kept a read more
The Morning Walker and The Flower
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
Hoisting solitary above the wall Bloomed the garden’s best A white to fairy pink it turned As the day progressed. It caught the morning walker’s eye Oh he knew the trick He yanked a flower everyday With his crafty stick. &nb read more
donald lev | fire
outlawpoetry | November 21st 2009
FIRE I didn’t cry fire in a crowded theater. First of all, the theater wasn’t crowded. And I didn’t cry fire or cry anything at all. I probably merely murmured. See I was watching this film about Adolf Hitler— his last days in th read more
Sweet and Sour
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
Extremes of sweet and sour can make me weep with joy or turn my smile ever so dour You have absolutely no notion of your control over my emotions You have my heart in your grasp and at any time you can clasp your fingers and crush my heart and tear o read more
I’m Going on Vacation
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
Well, I’m going on vacation But I’m not sure to go Maybe I’ll go to the west coast Maybe I’ll go to Niagara Maybe I’ll go to the Catskills I feel so free Not a care in the world I love the sunshine and the fresh clean ai read more
My Eccentric Love
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
I’m happy when you are happy I cry when you do You’re as handsome as a leather watch to me And your like a diamond in a bag of coal ** But baby you are so weird I just can’t under stand it. ** You never eat breakfast You refuse to g read more
I’m Angry
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
I’m angry I would like to express myself I’m angry I sure want to tell you what’s going on I’m angry let me explain myself I’m angry And I’ll tell you why ** Taking the El train to work I was headed dow read more
Working for The Minimum Wage
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
I got the blues I got the blues And if you ask why I’ll tell you people I work for the minimum wage And I’m not happy at all ** I can’t afford to buy clothes And I can’t even afford to buy makeup I had to give up my apartment read more
You Said
Driving Down South | November 21st 2009 by Dmobile215
You said you want me to go That you don’t want me any more You said our relationship Has no more meaning You said you no longer Find me attractive And I just get on your nerves Oh baby I don’t want to leave you I’ll change my w read more
Snow Horse
GirlsHorseClub.com Blog | November 21st 2009
by Madelaina, age 14 The sand’s teasing glares subsided as the world was swallowed in a mouth of grey, of Carolina blue and periwinkle hues. The overcast mourned these colours but my Snow Horse only glowed more. His mane freestyling amidst the read more
Interstellar megaphone...
Bleed, Rinse, Repeat... | November 21st 2009 by Adil
Some post modern lyrical poetry? Hmm? Maybe from an unreleased dye corduroy song? hmm?Interstellar Megaphonetick tock & i'm aloneso lonely i've been clonedi've been on way too longon my ownshe starts to isolatemoments to masturbateshe picks a sat read more
the photographer
Combat - Baby . Net | November 21st 2009 by Megan
the photographer catches me best-by suprisethe lake is your study? i ask andit's already midnightrough skin of a treecold sharp on my cheeksi can dance on the pebbles on thegrassy watersmile taken tentativlya stumble a blurthe handsome twilight of mi read more
Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy
The BLOG shall set you free | November 21st 2009 by Parv Kaushik
i turned around from the 'beer shop'unsatisfied with the pics clickedi saw a sight and took some timeto comprehend the gravity of ita young boy hardly a pre-teensat there in middle of busy crowdcollecting beer bottles in a rucksacka sight so common y read more
New collection of poems envisaged
A Poet's Diary | November 20th 2009 by Richard James
You have heard it here before, time constraints blocking poetic productivity. Nothing much has changed, it pains me to say. Yes, for to be sure, life is still busy and at times hectic and few are the hours where I can dedicate myself to my poetry end read more
Raúl Villarreal in Union City on December 4!
Rafael Román Martel | November 20th 2009 by Rafael Martel
Rafael Román Martel One of the most talented artists of my generation will be exhibiting his work in Union City, New Jersey from December 4, 2009 to January 22, 2010. The internationally-recognized Raul Villarreal is an exceptional painter, a poet read more
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