HOPE – Promote Yourself

Hope,

Like tiny bubbles

in the murky depths

of liquid life,

Traveling to the surface

they expand,

Realizing only too late

they have traveled too far

and burst.

 

WAITING TOOL

A pencil sits poised

waiting to give life.

As a sculptor creates form

from the essence of marble

So the words await

Needing a sculptor of thought.

 Walt Trizna

I’m sending you two short poems, Hope, originally published by New Worlds Unlimited in 1980 and Waiting Tool published by the same publisher in 1988.

Also, I think you are doing a great service for poets and an going to write a post about your site on my blog in the near future.

                  https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

Ethereal Realm – Promote Yourself

The world’s curtain expands,
as in a famous play’s opening act,
to white shores, sparkling like diamonds

Green fields are viewed beyond,
with its’ colors of jade, coral, and azure
Reflect against the sky’s backdrop of splendor

Water rolling in slow motion,
as time seems to pass out of sight
Wisps by like a bird’s fluttering wings

Sweet smell of perfumed blossoms dance in the air
As stilled pictures of soulful beings, appear in foggy form
With outstretched arms of welcoming embrace

Their love transcends the need for words
As they make their way to the precipice,
Of mountainous views that sing of grandeur

Ethereal realm of beauty untold
where every spirit wishes to soar
upon their leave from the cold world

 Dara Reidyr

http://daraswriting.wordpress.com/

Cradled on the wind – Promote Yourself

Cradled on the wind

it ascends

it descends

 swirls and tumbles

Falls to the earth

and tumbles again

unable to ask why?

 

 a leaf

whose time has come

for autumn

is when it dies

 

The last to fall

all alone

it left you standing bare

a tree bereft of leaves

such a sight

grievous

beyond compare

 

if it could

it might have begged forgiveness

for it’s hold

it seemed reluctant to rescind

 

to fulfill it’s destiny

and rest it’s fate

upon the wind.

anthony gomez

“Macejak”: – Promote Yourself

We make sense

…somehow,

between a crevice

of confusion…

floating together

atop a surging

buoyant friendship.

You’re family

and yet

to apply that label

is entirely erroneous

pressed against

a blossoming

shared verse.

I miss you so much.

Sometimes the distance

strains with its own

maced heaviness.

To see you is like

coming home

to lavender bouquets

or the cool, crisp skin

of leather and labor.

Your name spins

some sort of magic

when we’re apart.

Amid every heartbeat…

I love you

but sometimes

that’s a most

inadequate dialect

beneath the surface

of my wearied

beaten chest…

Nathan Lindsay

http://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/macejak/

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