Forgiveness | Debra Sasak Ross
No harmonics
In forgiveness.
Trial and error
Day by day.
Searching for bricks and mortar
To re-cement
What once was
deep poems about life
Living inside a Poem | Judy Moskowitz
Down the aisle of promises
Leading to dead flowers
Hard to look at when you want to be lost
Want to be found
Wanting
So we live inside a poem together
Swimming across oceans lost souls
Interpreting each other’s thoughts
Escape into a play on words
You could be me
If you knew my history
Reading dreams into reality
Lies into fantasies
Of what you would have me be
Would you like to take a peek
Into the soul of me
What you think you see and understand
May surprise you
Rise | Blanca Alicia Garza
Don’t spend your time
waiting for something
good to happen
because the only thing
that goes by is your life
Do not count each day
make each day count
Enjoy every sip of
your morning coffee
to the last drop
Go outside and
smell the flowers
listen to the birds singing
If you have a rainy day
jump into the puddles
dance in the pouring rain
The sun always rises
after the fiercest storm
or the darkest night
There is always time
while there is life
And where there is life
there is hope
Enjoy every day like
as if it is your last one
Love more
and always… forgive.
Joy Bringer | Esther D. Wells
Although life seems,
As if it’s a dream.
It’s actually a nightmare,
In disguise.
Surprise.
Barney Sacked | M Spear
Today, Jan. 23,
was the day Barney
got sacked.
Minding his business,
drinking his juice box,
thinking of Catherine
Zeta Jones, he was let go.
Questions remain.
Will he stop watching
game shows, will he
stand up straight, try
again, does he really
miss it?
The last answer scares
him most of all.
A Light You Can't See | James Diaz
Tell me
that weeping
in your heart
is only stones
being thrown
into water
that the smashing
is how you build things
the chaotic hours
of early morning
and never arriving
a voice saying ‘walk it off’
every state of grace
fell hard before it arrived
cracked abodes
city mission under bruised light
crazy or careless
take your pick
a way out
of the bramble
a ticket home
it ain’t the end of the world
it’s just how possibility looks
bruised around the edge
and pulsing with a light
you can’t see.
Poppies | Chris Byrne
I imagined how they smelt
When I was younger,
Innocent dreamer
Full of dreams, daring,
Did I see green fields
Abundant full of life?
I was lost, bullied
In school and at home
The burnt-out cars
Abandoned buildings
Playgrounds full of gullies
School yards full of fences
Where poppies growled
With nowhere to hide
Still they grew
The Hill | Jace Loring
The end seems never far away
always just over the hill near
the rainbow I will pursue when
I find time and the time is right
The end is where my journey will
truly start. It is the place where
the mystery will overpower my black
blinkers and I will bolt from the cruel
man in the cart, driving me
by shrill yell and crack of mad whip,
far away from the end, so far
away from where I strain to be
When I find this slope’s sure footing
I will bolt over this hill then
gallop true toward that rainbow fast as
I am able. For I am soon
ready to begin and I am
certain the end is just over
the hill.
More at https://allpoetry.com/Jace_Loring.
Gifts of Life | Chris Byrne
We all have a gift
Called life
That we seldom use,
We let our insecurities,
Our self-doubt, stop us
From living it to its fullest.
While we are all sadly
Somewhat scared of change, it is
Good for the mind and soul.
The Game | Chris Byrne
Life is like a game
Of cards, sometimes
You just have to play the
Hand you’re dealt,
But no one said anything
About breaking the rules.