National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[lisaeagle65]

April 22

What Do Crows Eat?

Crows are not black:
truth is iridescent, midnight rainbows
that flash in sunlight.
Such is the difference between first vision
and learning how to see.
 

Wow... first vision and learning how to see.... That line should be on a motivational poster.. nice

[lisaeagle65]

written yesterday as a gift for my granddaughter's birthday...

Day 22  
 

On Brooke's 18th  

And it came to pass
that the young are born
and the old get older 

life in between is filled and fast. 

The best years, those-
live     learn     love
wrapped in much invincibility
immortality
tempered by touches of insecurity
fragility. 

When times are easy and bright
when times are tough and dark
in all times
your family is always here
always arms opened wide
welcoming you inside
no judgments
only unconditional love. 

And someday if the stars align
you'll have children of your own.  


But for now
today here's my wish
my admonition
my counsel
for you
Pépère's sweet girl:

Follow your Heart
Listen closely
It will never lead you astray 

Journey hand in hand with your Muse 

You are an artist
And your life a canvas
Use your paints and brushes
Color outside the lines 

There are no limits
But the limitations
You place on yourself 

Spread your wings and fly 

Soar!  


And it came to pass
 
   

Ahh, the words, the honesty. This is special Aj... Outstanding writing everyone.. I am humbled, truly..

[Colm Roe]

Nice poem Lisa.
'Years have faded the memory, like pages....'
Love these lines

[Deb]

Forsaken 


“How dare you doubt me!” 
Says the liar to authenticity
with malignant deceit 
and merciless half-truths.

A devoted heart abandoned, 
seared is scarred forever.
Confidence, once eclipsed
is never left unguarded.

Survivors break chains of doubt
wings unclipped; they fly unfettered 
in search of possibilities
for a nest in which to molt.

But for those whose pain lingers 
internal vital organs bleed out trust 
leaving hopes and dreams 
to languish like road kill.


~Deb

[ajduclos]

Deb - "Forsaken" is a study in anguish, despairingly painful... and written with such sensitivity.  beautiful.....
Aj
 

[ajduclos]

Lisaeagle - "Old Pictures" is lovely and so personal, tenderly written.  "the memory is weak and far away" speaks so clearly of the passage of time, as does "years have faded the memory like pages left in the sun", such a perfect phrase.
Aj

[ajduclos]

And now, for the final installment of "the jay and the doves" trilogy... good thing Tracy is away, given his admonition about the dreaded limerick......

Day 23 

Doves 

six Doves were under White Cedars
peaceful their lunch spilled from Seeders
       mighty Sir Blue Jay
       denied his Entrée
meek strength inherits the Feeders 

 

[Vaughn Neeld]

Forsaken 


“How dare you doubt me!” 
Says the liar to authenticity
with malignant deceit 
and merciless half-truths.

A devoted heart abandoned, 
seared is scarred forever.
Confidence, once eclipsed
is never left unguarded.

Survivors break chains of doubt
wings unclipped; they fly unfettered 
in search of possibilities
for a nest in which to molt.

But for those whose pain lingers 
internal vital organs bleed out trust 
leaving hopes and dreams 
to languish like road kill.


~Deb

Deb, the words "a devoted heart . . . seared is scarred forever" are so achingly true that I had to pause to catch my breath. Von

[Vaughn Neeld]

Day 23

Soggy earth springs back
as I saunter among buds
of tightly furled ferns.

Marshland lies posed to break forth
into gay, riotous bloom.

[indar]

April 23

Sky Creatures

We are a particular group of humans,
those of us who dream of flying.
Our methods vary, some flap arms,
others ascend by force of will.

In real life we love mountains--
the ones with a view
all the way to the ocean,
we stand on the edges of canyons
and never miss a roadside look-out.

Some analysts say 
such dreams and callings mean
an inflated sense of self importance--

what do they know?

I hold that either we were birds
in previous incarnations
or
we know where we're going.