Tag: creatives
group name: opendoorpoetry
|
January 25, 2008 09:01 AM EST --
Where is the power?
Words fall short before a rising sun.
They are nothing to the gust of rays,
Giddy they lower their heads
On the green grass.
That squanders the gathers of . . .
more
|
|
March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . .
more
|
|
February 20, 2008 10:00 AM EST --
Mails
What time is it in U.S?
I am at this side of world
Bowed before roaring sea,
Thousands of miles in between,
My fingers fumble on keys.
Go ether! Carry my . . .
more
|
|
March 10, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
Ascent of a human
------------------------------------
A yellow star with love and power shines.
Rays are all I need at this moment of
Cactus grown on the uterus of mind.
To the sun . . .
more
|
|
January 25, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
A homecoming
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
. . .
more
|
|
February 03, 2008 01:07 AM EST --
Floor full of shattered mind
In an afternoon of untimely shower
Mind falls out of the benumbed fingers.
A winter of crazy white on the screen.
underneath is an open road . . .
more
|
|
February 06, 2008 05:49 AM EST --
An Immortal winter
An Immortal winter
He, cursed the winter, a fatal angel,
The long winter made the sun placid
Shackled hands of trees were
. . .
more
|
|
January 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
Village boy came to city, found love
She opened her mouth and,
He saw the sharp and metals.
Beautiful, poignant and murderous.
They teeth of the city is as hungry
As his homeland's . . .
more
|
|
March 11, 2008 08:44 AM EDT --
Fatigue, my friend!
Fatigue is a friend I owe my life.
Closed mind sometimes likes to take a stride
With its hand held in hand, amid trees.
Fatigue is used to sit on . . .
more
|
|
February 19, 2008 08:08 AM EST --
T orn pages Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries.
They are all scattered on the blue carpet.
Pick up a piece and wet your palm
The color of blue digs deep roots within. . . .
more
|
|
February 22, 2008 10:49 AM EST --
S car
A flaw down a valley of
Human soul.
I am talking on the scar,
The blemish,
Down the left chin of the girl.
Observe it,
. . .
more
|
|
March 09, 2008 01:17 AM EST --
The wolf (crescendo of silver)
----
She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the . . .
more
|
|
February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .
more
|
|
January 27, 2008 04:55 AM EST --
police?
Police had caught my father,
Took him away.
Where is the police station?
Which is our P.S.?
No sir. I don't know what is my jurisdiction.
He had to come . . .
more
|
|
|
|
