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30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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,  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 |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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, 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 . |
Hello CJ . Have we not officially met? (We may have, I'm slightly mad and prone to forgetting recent events  ). 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!  Lovely poem, I will have to have a poke around your port.  |
| 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! |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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, 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 |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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, 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 |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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, ~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~ |
| 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 |
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  |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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 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! |
| A wonderful poem Kat Beautifully written with a lovely flow and the magical essence of a dream. |
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,
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| 30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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 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! 😂 🤣 |
| 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. |
| 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 |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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 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. |
30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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 |
| 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 |
| 30 POEMS FOR 30 DAYS 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 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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