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Apr 13
zazu's picture


No one knows how long they'll last,
Sometimes a fire is extinguished too fast.
Sometimes the world stops turning for moments,
And the people who capture it are the artists and poets.

Sometimes your walls start to crumble away,
Because the people around you, have nothing to say.
You wish they're was a world where you simply fit,
But the puzzle is rigged and you'll never get it.
Don't play by the rules that are set in stone,
when it's the chances you take that move you along.
Don't fueled by the world that you live in today,

Tomorrow could be a new one just waiting for you to make way.
So, please stay.
Apr 12

It's Springtime Once Again

Snow-white blossoms give way to growing apples,
Which, in turn, will grow into healthy, red ones.
Robins dance and sing happily 
As they tediously search for underground worms.
Red squirrels giggle with excitement 
As they play and chase each other.
Lilies pop up from the ground,
Ready to grow into lovely flowers once more.
Trees begin to bud,
The sun shines a little brighter each day,
And the snow that has blanketed the ground all winter long
Begins to melt and seep into the softened earth.
Spring reminds the earth and its' inhabitants
Of a renewal;
Of rebirth.
Apr 12

To Be Here For You

Tears drip
Lip quivers
Eyes show pain she will not word

As much as it hurts her
It stabs me
To see her cry

I want to hunt them down
Scream at them for what they've done
For hurting her

But instead
I take her hand, squeeze it tight
Hold her close

Because while I would go to the ends of the earth
To protect her
She needs me here right now
Apr 11


We forget every day to wear
shoes out of the house, especially 
when it is warm
and the sun drips from the sky 
like an overripe mango.

We no longer look both ways
before we cross the street,
or while
or after. 

We are too eager,
too care-free,
too much "go"
and not enough "slow".

"Hold my hand," he says as if I trust him,
as if I ever could. 
"Yes," is not an option anymore. 

We’re our own obnoxious warning signs. 
Apr 11

Vacation In Florida

Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening


Bare apple branches give way to buds as they cast brilliant white blossoms, 
replacing the starch iciness of winter,
Begining the rebirth of spring, and spreading 
the unfailing joy of new life over the land.
Apr 11
missgallagher's picture

Family Secrets

“Hi Mom , how are you?”

”I’m good.Can you go get the old books from the basement? Your grandpa wanted them.”

I wonder why Grandpa  wanted the old books. I have never seen him read before. Maybe he wants to add more books to the library.

I go down to the basement . I am trying  to find the box of books, but just as I am looking around I spot the box. On top of the box there is an  ancient notebook. I go to grab it, but just then I hear my mom open the door.

“Hi, Dad . Come in and have a seat.I made banana bread.Do you want some?”Mom  says.

“Yes of course, I want some. Can you pack some for your mother? She loves your banana bread.”

¨It’s grandpa.He’s here for the books.¨
Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening
laurenwwright's picture

Cherry Blossom

The melting snow seeps into the 
ground and turns the grass it's 
earthy green. 
I begin to stretch and extend my arms,
each day, I feel a little less stiff.
I notice my friends deep green bushy
hair has grown since I last saw it, and 
another has sprouted more freckles. 
The veins in my hands have become 
stronger. Hopefully this year i'll set the 
record of who can stand against the 
wind the longest.

The sun starts to feel warmer, and my
skin turns a lighter pink. It's harvesting 
season for the bees, and this year 
they have more than usual in training. 
Mom tells me it's going to be a 
long season so watch out for the slimy 
hands, they like to put everything in their

I can now feel warmth even in the shade,
and the children's smiles look brighter 
each day, summer will be here soon. 
Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening
jessie.p's picture


As winter ends, and the snow begins to melt, 
I prepare to show myself. 

I start as a seed, the size of a freckle. 
With the perfect amount of water, 
and a little sunlight, I begin to sprout.
Small leaves show as my stem grows.
I am surrounded by bleeding hearts,
And forget-me-nots that are barely identifiable.

And then I truly begin to blossom.
My stem grows past the forget-me-nots,
Past the bleeding hearts,
Past every other flower in the garden.
Until I'm 100 feet above the ground. 

I am a giant rose, surrounded by infinite colors. 
I stand taller than the man that planted me, 
Taller than the house he built with his wife,
Taller than the hill that sits in the background.
I sway with the wind, afraid to fall all the way down.

Still, I am stable. 
Still, I am powerful. 
And through it all, I remain a seed.
The size of a freckle.

Apr 09

Entries from the Ship that was Unsinkable

10 April, 1912
Greetings from the Titanic!  I am on the loveliest ship to ever sail the ocean.  I had a wonderful time on a vacation to London, and now, I’m on my way home, in New York.  I can’t wait to explore the ship! Oh, Mother is calling me. Goodbye!
Maria Turner-Collins

12 April, 1912