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Once again, we look forward to sharing an exceptional poem
with our W.Com Community each day to celebrate

POETRY MONTH


Today, we are especially pleased to feature a poem written
by a talented writer,*Star*Angel



A Journey

Dusted grey, billows high,
As the engine slowly weaves,
Round bends, through valleys,
Past growth of verdant leaves.

Apple blossom, long past gone,
The heat begins to rise.
I look up to the mountains,
To their stony, ashen heights.

The contrast, brashly stark,
Against the flourishing of the new.
Compared to the stature,
Of the old and shrewd.

We climb these craggy giants,
Leaving patchwork quilts below.
And what seemed bare and empty,
Has found a way to grow.

Unique colours found this high,
Less air, they've overcome.
To live and thrive, just like below,
There's a sense how far I've come.

This display of adaptation,
Should show within our lives.
Like the rock, stand strong,
For each destination, we should strive.

Poet:Angel
Lovely imagery. Thank you for sharing your journey with us. 🤗
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This is a great comparison between growth in the world of nature and growth in the lives of humans. There's the beautiful and the green of youth set in stark contrast to the rough and weathered strength of the aged. Added to the latter are my two favorite lines in your poem, "And what seemed bare and empty, / Has found a way to grow."

"Press on with confidence!" This is an excellent admonition for each of us, including you and your poetry writing. *Smile*
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TJ  
Yeah ... What Jay O'Toole said! *BigSmile*
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Once again, we look forward to sharing an exceptional poem
with our W.Com Community each day to celebrate

POETRY MONTH


Today, we are especially pleased to feature a poem written
by a talented NEW member, *Star*CJ CJ has been
here close to one month. Let's give CJ a warm welcome.





Sunshowers

I think I can count the times on two hands,
When I’ve needed my umbrella and my ray-bans.

My eyes feel so blessed by this wonderful sight.
Gently falling rain mixed with summer’s sunlight.

With the warmth on my face I never will frown.
Same will hold true with warm rain falling down.

It’s a juxtaposition of epic proportion.
A sight to be seen, a perodoxical distortion.

So grab your galoshes and come play with me.
And when it’s all over a rainbow we’ll see.

Poet: CJ

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Hello CJ . Have we not officially met? (We may have, I'm slightly mad and prone to forgetting recent events *Smile*). I think I would remember this poem since 1. It has galoshes which is an awesome word, and 2. It's right up my alley, content-wise.

If we haven't officially met, hello! *Heart*

Lovely poem, I will have to have a poke around your port. *BigSmile*
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CJ, you are so right! Sunshine and rain at the same time is a unique and fun experience. Great poem! Keep with your poetry writing. WRITE ON!
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A lovely poem that describes those rainbow moments perfectly!
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Once again, we look forward to sharing an exceptional poem
with our W.Com Community each day to celebrate

POETRY MONTH


Today, we are especially pleased to feature a poem written
by a talented writer, *Star*Shishad





Young Love - True Love


You picked for me a "dandeline."
A girl of five, a boy of seven.
I was yours and you were mine.

Then again when you turned nine
Racing ahead through tall grasses
You picked for me a "dandeline."

And kissed me for the first time.
Standing in a field of yellow
I was yours and you were mine.

As grown adults we'd dance and dine.
Memories of childhood still clear in my mind.
You picked for me a "dandeline."

But, she was there all the time,
To steal you away, not even consider-
I was yours and you were mine.

My heart withered like a flower on the vine.
Until, today, when I opened to find-
You picked for me a "dandeline."
I was yours and you were mine.



Poet: Shishad




Elle  
That's a tough form, but you've done it very well, Shishad !
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Thanks for all the lovely comments!

Thank you Gabriella for featuring my poem here. *Smile*
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A beautiful, heartfelt 'memory' poem. I really enjoyed it. *Smile*
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Once again, we look forward to sharing an exceptional poem
with our W.Com Community each day to celebrate

POETRY MONTH


Today, we are especially pleased to feature a poem written
by a talented writer,*Star*K. Ray






The Lone Survivor of Jericho

Like the thunder of rushing horses
Came seven hundred voices in chorus.
Resounding praise and clapping of hands
A tribe of vultures circling the land

Seven days I heard them exclaim
Victory, victory, in God's mighty name
Stones began to tremble and shake
I cried out for death, my soul to take.

Crumbling, falling, the walls could not endure
The faith of the tribes marching to God's promise, sure.
I cried out to their God, "Please, can you spare?"
I heard no answer and expected none there.

Death visited right, and left, closing in -I was terrified
I waited for my turn, but when the walls fell, I survived.
And when the dust settled, of course, I was found.
I was expecting the worst, yet saw joy all around.

Through the thunder of rushing horses
A small voice was joined in chorus
By angels who carried the word
My prayers on high was heard


Poet: K. Ray
Wow! I love this. May I print it? I'd love to share this with my family. My parents would especially enjoy it. I'd make sure they know that I DID NOT write it. It would be obvious given examples of my other poems. *Laugh* *Rolling*
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Nicely done, K. Ray. What a hopeful poem about a momentous day in history! I, too, hope that someone inside of Jericho had the privilege of prayers heard. WRITE ON!
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TJ  
A little late getting here, but glad I didn't miss this one! LOVED IT! GREAT JOB! *Smile*
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Once again, we enjoy sharing an exceptional poem
with our W.Com Community each day to celebrate POETRY MONTH.

Today, we are delighted to feature a poem written
by a talented poet,*Star*~Minja- away~




~memories collect in the corner of my eyes and i roll them down the field of wheat~


i fill my pen with ink of country life
and elusive clouds
cloying paper with
unforgettable dreams
of far places
i'm about to see

my boots, as old as ten dollar bill
my mom received for her loyal service
at local bakery
won't disappoint traveler's feet
i know

i know because they are
made of love and sweat

fireflies in my pocket
promised luminous journey too
or safe way back home
in case i enter dead-end street
with my heavy thoughts

so i know i'm armed
with welfare

painting one last picture
of homeland
i visit nostalgia museum
right around the corner of my chest
and hang this one under "not for sale"

i loaded my guts
with enough of confidence
for nine more lives
as if i'm a cat
always starting anew

and i set the feet
in direction of pink horizon
and calm sea

in hope to learn everything
about home and belonging


Poet: ~Minja- away~
Jeaz  

Walking into the future with a
mind filled map of wonders of
places to wander and things
to see, is as important as all
we travel in

Wondrous is your accent of
home and its unique gifts you
carry on your voyage with you,
they are a vision of pride and
contentment

Items that say to you that you
really do know the place at
where you belong, it the area
that you already feel is home


Thanks for the read

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Wow. I’m sure I’ve said that before about this poem. The imagery is breathtaking. This is why you’re one of my favourite poets, Minja *Heartv*
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Thank you Jeaz and Rachel Heart!
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We continue to enjoy sharing wonderful poems
with our W.Com Community throughout April
to celebrate POETRY MONTH.
Today, we are pleased to feature a wonderful poem
written by *Star*Kat She has been
here with us for 1 month--let's give her a warm
welcome.





ONE TIME I DREAMED

One time I dreamed of darkness…
One time I dreamed of light.

Once of shadowed images hiding in the night.

I was standing in a forest glade, the moon was full and round…
My shadow cast behind me upon the frozen ground.

I walked beside a silent brook, not a sound was made…
Not another living creature was in that forest glade.

Yet I came upon a stranger gazing in the depths…
He stood amongst the shadows near some ancient shattered steps.

He looked up at me as if to speak…
But instead he only smiled.

His eyes were sad and sweet…
His looks were strongly wild.

One time I dreamed of silence…
And creatures of the night.

Of aching heartfelt loneliness…
In the moons softly glowing light.

The stranger took my hand and led me to a place…
Where in the soft-lit moonlight I could see his face.

His mouth was soft and subtle, his nose was strait and true…
In the soft clear moonlight his eyes were deepest blue.

His hair was black as midnight…
His hands were strong and sure.

I knew for my hearts loneliness, he could be the cure…
But as our lips did meet, there was a blinding light.

In my lonely room again…
The dawn had banished night.


Poet: Kat
Kat, there's a lot of mystery & intrigue in this poem. You leave the reader wanting to know more. This is an excellent characteristic of good writing, whet the appetite. You've got something here, Kat. It is an interesting story told by a gifted writer. WRITE ON! *Smile*
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A wonderful poem Kat Beautifully written with a lovely flow and the magical essence of a dream. *Smile*
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Kat  
Thank you all, this is part one of a two part poem that I wrote in my late teens early twenties. The other half is titled Dream Lover,
 Dream Lover.  (13+)
Part 2 of a 2 part poem I wrote in my 20's.
#2152608 by Kat
. I was a very lonely girl growing up so much of my early poetry was rather sad and melancholy.
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We continue to enjoy sharing wonderful poems
with our W.Com Community throughout April
to celebrate POETRY MONTH.
Today, we are pleased to feature a lovely poem
written by *Star*Carly - 5 Years! .






Bring My Purpose to Light

Dawn breaks
Colours seep across the sky
Blending vibrancy
Against the dark velvet of night
That slips away.
As the colours stretch
They bring warmth and promise
Into a new day
I raise my face and smile;
Grateful for this newborn day;
To breathe and grow;
Learn and build confidence to show
All that I possess.
Night slips away, taking the hazy memories
Of shattered snips of remembered things
Day brings true adventure
And fulfillment of making my dreams
A reality
Each step more focused and sure
Moving me towards what I am meant to be
Night may rejuvenate and give me rest
But Day inspires me to push forward
And bring my purpose to light.
Way to Go, Carly! I told you - you're in the philosophical mode but you're doing it with class and beauty! 😂 🤣
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A glorious, inspiring poem. I’ve read it three times and fall in love with it more each time.
The quote I selected to mention is the very same one Sally chose. And for much the same reason.
Just beautiful.
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Jeaz  
Every day is as if we show a
new channel of who and what
we are, beaming brightly for
all to see the ugly bad and
good

We, our selves have a large
part of that which gets
viewed, as you said you
bring your purpose to light

Artists are that way in the
most natural of ways, when
tapping into the energies
on flight

Thanks for the read


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While we continue to enjoy sharing wonderful poems with our community throughout
April to celebrate POETRY MONTH, today, we are pleased to feature a
beautiful poem written by *Star*Bruce.




Spring's in the Air.


The blossom is in the trees once again.
Trumpeting daffodils next to the lawn.
Young birds are singing a morning refrain.
Tadpoles are wiggling about in the spawn.

Let us rejoice now the winter has gone,
still giving thanks for the fresh rainy breaks.
They help to bring all the spring flowers on,
and fill all the streams, the ponds and the lakes.

Wondrous to see how the new cycle starts;
with great joys to cherish each waking day.
The Lord's rhythm growing in the young hearts,
and summer not being so far away.

It’s all around us and for all to share
The joy of new life when Spring’s in the air.

Poet: Bruce.

Thanks for all the good comments.
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An excellent poem, Bruce *Smile*
Bravo and all the best, Gab
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Very well written Bruce. Nice word choices for the rhymes and your poem has great fluency. You have captured what a perfect Spring day is like and there is such a welcoming tone punctuated with promise. Awesome!
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We continue to enjoy sharing wonderful poems with our community throughout the month of
April to celebrate POETRY MONTH. Today, we are pleased to feature a
lovely poem written by Darleen ~ Working Woman



Eternal Dance


Full and salient,
the Moon rises slowly,
pregnant with the night's
hopes and dreams.

Gliding and glowing,
it finally reaches its peak,
and catches its breath,
pulling at the darkened waters
of one's subconscious.

Brightening and fading,
the stars twinkle with thoughts;
pulsating with
desires and promises.

Rested and ready,
the Moon reaches for
the horizon below,
leaning and longing.

As it sinks into the line
between shadow and light,
the Moon gives birth to the Dawn,
emerging and radiant.

Awake to the Sun,
dreams again sown,
and hopes renewed.
The eternal dance
echoes and endures.


Poet: Darleen ~ Working Woman
TJ  
Beautifully crafted ... a pleasure to read! *Smile*
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Jeaz  

This a favourite place of mine
to play, soaring around in the
universe, moving between the
night and day
You showing how easy it all is
to be in the abyss of tomorrows
flowing into the gleam of the
suns peek into the sky
There both to be found or
not seen and a whisper of
life heard through each
days seams

Thanks for the read



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Elle  
This is outstanding, Darleen. Love this!! *Delight*
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While we continue to enjoy sharing wonderful poems
with our community throughout April
to celebrate POETRY MONTH,
today, we are pleased to feature a beautiful poem
written to praise the Goddess of Spring by *Star*
Warped Sanity





A Christian Soul in Pagan Praise

My Christian soul praises the Goddess of Spring,
My Christian soul in conflict with Pagan allures
As Persephone rises from her lovers grasp
And fields of death become colorful pastures.

My Pagan spirit dormant in winter’s wrath,
My Pagan Spirit rebirthed in colorful hue
As Persephone replenishes the earth
And from old and withered rises growth anew.

When her obsessive lover sends mournful cries,
When her obsessive lover restores his hold,
Persephone returns to her lover’s bed
And oaks mourn with tears of crimson and gold.

My Christian Soul admires autumn’s splendor,
My Pagan spirit unites with Christian grace
As Persephone’s flowers shrivel to seed
And she returns to her lover’s embrace.

Poet: Warped Sanity

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