Poetry
11 Articles & Excerpts
Christmas Joys
A unique treasury of more than one hundred Yuletide poems, prayers, hymns, graces, and toasts from authors old and new-all to help you count your... In today's changing world, many people are looking for more meaning in the Christmas season.
Poems
 Good Poems
by Garrison Keillor
Good Poems includes verse about lovers, children, failure, everyday life, death, and transcendance. It features the work of classic poets, such as Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Robert Frost, as well as the work of contemporary greats
Throw Yourself Like Seed
 Ten Poems to Set You Free
by Roger Housden
When the fascist General Milan-Astray stormed into the University of Salamanca to confront the elderly professor and poet-philosopher Miguel de Unamuno over his criticism of Franco and the fascist cause, Unamuno said to him
West Wind #2
 Ten Poems to Open Your Heart
by Roger Housden
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes indeed.
My Life. Ecstasy
 Ten Poems to Last a Lifetime
by Roger Housden
Sometimes I see it as a straight line drawn with a pencil and a ruler transecting the circle of the world or as a finger piercing a smoke ring, casual, inquisitive, but then the sun will come out or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder if it is
Ecstasy When Love Rocks, Part 2
 You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Utter sensual delight, that's what ecstatic love can deliver, an experience so euphoric it leaves the speaker in Langston Hughes's When Sue Wears Red testifying like a religious convert (or like a man having an orgasm).
Ecstasy When Love Rocks
You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Ah, the ecstasy of love. Who wants to settle for anything less? From the first second of our first major crush, ecstasy is what we hope for and dream of, that on-top-of-the-world, giddy, whirly, zing-zangy kaboom of a feeling that squeezes your heart
Rage, Part 2
 The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Moving forward is what we ultimately want to do. One way to start is to acknowledge the anger and fantasize revenge, and then forgive yourself for feeling that way. You're allowed these feelings- you've lost so much, and you're so tired, disappointed
Rage
The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
At least you know you're still alive-that's the one great thing about post-breakup anger. You want him to drop dead-well maybe suffer some agonizing disfigurement first-and you can't say his name without spitting it and you want to slap every happy couple
Hurting, Part 2
 Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Perhaps that's why the woman in Deborah Garrison's Worked Late on a Tuesday Night is alone and forlorn in the deserted streets, trying with no success to hail a cab home. This is not the first time she's been here, cold but too stubborn to reach/into
Hurting
Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
One day, it just happens. You completely snap. Your last single friend announces her engagement to the schmo she met two months ago, or your married boss hits on you just when you think you've managed to impress him with your work smarts
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| Advice & Discussions | girl in the park
this is not my work, but i like it so i post it...
There's a girl in the park,
doesnt she know its dark.
She's sitting on her own,
though she never seems to moan.
There's a girl in the park,
doesnt she know its dark.
What if the fall falls,
or the sound of thunder calls. | Reality Earth Show
Factual falsities and truth misconstrued
The needy get greedy, the smart get confused
Sins are forgiven to be done once more
Waves of impatience crash into lusts' shore
Hearing and feeling, the smell of the past
Wonder and yearning, time trickles so fast
Climbing mountains and falling from crags
Empty souls fill our cumbersome bags
Heaven's gates guide you to hell's inferno
War and death is a reality Earth show
Grow to shrink, and be one with the ground
Yelling to fight contradicting sounds
Conquer the universe, complicate Earth
Living to die, dying to give birth
Sudden and slow, the wheels get turned
Freezing, so cold that it creates a burn
Time is forsaken, greed comes for free
Lives get taken, from seed comes a tree
Lovers get lost, storms violently rage
Hatred corrupts, here on Earth's stage | Miss "Color Me Happy"
Miss "Color Me Happy" lass
I know you know her too
Life is a palette of mixed colors
She's the canvas for me and you
Plastered smile on the face
It may smear but will not die
Expelling gleeful ambiance
Straight from her eyes to mine
No matter what is going on
Abhorring life or just a day
She waves her magic wand
And dismisses all unneeded pain
She is the fairy tale mother
With eyes that glisten in the night
The goddess of the calming touch
Making even death seem alright
Miss "Color Me Happy" lass
Dwells in the strangest lairs
In the line at the post office
Or the barber who does your hair
You may see her on the highway
Or waltzing slowly along the beach
She might be living in your home
Waiting to love, heal and teach
Be careful you don't miss her
Sometimes her grace is slight and slim
Don't be so grumpy you don't see
Or you'll remain amongst the grim | poem please read and reply thanks
One look into your eyes and I melt,
It's the most incredible feeling I have ever felt.
Do you know that I dream of you at night?
I see you clearly it's a beautiful sight.
The arrow that I got shot with that day,
Has made me in love that is the way it's going to stay. |
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