Ravaged – Promote Yourself

Raped by time

Ravaged by education

By knowledge and truths

The imagination slips

Crawls beneath a dusty toy box

Stolen from us

by hormones

by cell phones

by newspaper headlines

by age.

 Hayli May Cox,

 I am called Hayli May Cox, and I am addicted to words, regardless of language. I am studying writing at Northern Michigan University (USA), where I drink tea and try to get sleep between work, class, and tending to my pet rats. I truly hope you find some enjoyment in my poem, and I thank you for maintaining a wonderful site!

 

who takes the blame? – Promote Yourself

who takes the blame?

the stars are not

to blame

they never are

they’ve got nothing to 

do with this,

the steps and the turns

he took

left and landed right

onto the particular spot

where she saw him

for the very first time.

*****

Nipun Bajracharya
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                                                            THE WRONG HOUSE

people sweeping dust

into another’s eyes

parents losing faith

upon their own child

father demands for medals

while the mother

wants credentials

But the boy

only wanted to paint

so he did

a portrait of him

on the wall,

on the wall 

that is crumbling down

Nipun Bajracharya

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SNOW – Promote Yourself

     See the delicate snowflakes fall,

Falling, falling, falling.

Whitening the earth, awaiting below,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the mounds of glittering white,

Building, building, building.

As they hide the ground from sight,

Building, building, building.

 

See the ceaseless falling snow,

Falling, falling, falling.

Will it stop, no one quite knows,

Falling, falling, falling.

 

See the drifts accumulate,

Building, building, building.

My longing for spring will no longer wait,

Building, building, building.

 

SEE THE DAMNED WHITE BLANKET GROW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

MY CAR, MY LAWN, ALL I KNOW,

HIDING, HIDING, HIDING.

 

SEE MY MADNESS, MY URGE TO KILL,

GROWING, GROWING, GROWING,

CROSS MY PATH, AND I’LL DO YOU ILL ,

SMILING, SMILING, SMILING.

Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

With snow already blanketing a great deal of the country and it still being fall, I thought this poem, Snow, would be timely.

This poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Bells.

“Miracle in You…A Gift”: – Promote Yourself

Only five years’

worth of memories

and every one

is held within unique

whispered frames,

sprinkling your innocence

atop a caravan

of nightmares that

follow me to bed,

as if protecting

one another

were some

comforting agency

of congruent design.

Endless questions

explode with veracious

inquisitive velocity.

No cuddle

has incorporated

such a singular

nuzzle in my soul

as yours.

Watching you flourish

…and swell…

within the world

equals my truest

miracle gift.

“Lord protect you…

you like daddy’s

music!”

Nathan Lindsay

http://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2014/11/17/miracle-you-a-gift/

 

“Toy Like Mornings”: – Promote Yourself

Whenever you’re away

I feel broken…

halved by imagery

and muted absence.

An unsullied glow

from your natural,

wide and tiny smile,

seems to counter

every despondent chapter

my life has tread.

The sleepy air

of morning rooms,

embraced with

your toy like arms,

washing me over

with astonishment

as they squeeze

with unforeseen power.

“I love you, daddy”

are the loveliest words

that could paint

any stirring dawn.

Nathan Lindsay

http://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2014/11/16/toy-like-mornings/