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I really wish (insert wish) were here with me. I dream (Insert desire) of seeing the fire we once had, right now. I want to scream (Insert colorful metaphor), "Why a dream, why can't I see you again?" Flesh can take only so much hate, and a heart easily breaks, my friend. So those things we say eve

Sun Rise Lakes Reginal Park, Ft. Myers, Fl. I know I might meet my fate at any moment, possibly before I finish this poem—struck by lightning from an approaching thunderstorm. I have lived an incredible life filled with family and friends, an academic education, and a satisfying career. I've rais

Despite the high cost. Living still remains popular! T.A. Dieringer

Here I am, Lord, take my hand. Guide me to your promised land. Show me truths hidden from man. Yet finally revealed to those who seek to understand. Let me know your ways and not the ways of man. Sinners are we all, yet you took those sins to keep us from such a great fall. Let me not fall, to be et

In a world of giants The pomerenian is a flicker - A spark against the horizon Small but fierce Its eyes catch the stars Twinkle with mischief Near but distant A lively bundle of joy, A fluffy ball of fur Its love, a devotion Unmatched, unparalleled. ©® Susmita Mukherjee

Dancing light through woven strands so fine, Rays of hope and stories intertwine. Every whisper catches dreams that fly, Awakening wishes beneath a bright sky. Moments painted in a gentle hue, Cascading colors blend the old with new. Catch the visions, let them gently glide, Hearts

Deanna Another month, Deanna Fontaine. Another year so filled with rain. Another smile as fake as can be that only few can really see. Another breath that I must take. Another tear I can’t help but make. Another prom year and that lovely dress. Another picture I hold close to my breast. Another pain

Crickets and Frogs. The sound of Crickets and frogs when the sun goes down is music to my ears. I love the sound of ocean waves crashing against the pile-on in the early dawn it is a sound of laughter, like angels on the pier. I love the site of the sun rising in the desert and cold-blooded creature

Dream Soulmates. A stranger sat at her table, claiming to be her soulmate in a dream. I saw it in a low-budget movie, just about 1943; She walked into a cafe, never averting her gaze, swaying her hips from left to right. Never bothering to be seated, she just sauntered straight ahead, never asking f

Some say I'm a vixen of lust Maybe I have a few screws loose I want to claw all the way in  Where does it end? Where does it begin?  I'm a human rag doll in the depths Of thought and scheme one can dream Fifty seven seas are torn at the seams At the end souls will scream and teeth nash  You drove i

If you don't have the ability to put yourself in someone else's shoes You are missing out on a learning experience Staying inside the box causes you to be out of touch If it's different then you automatically reject it There's nothing wrong with comfort zones But you have to venture out Intr

The lights are diming My reservoir of hope is fading  away As I struggle to find my feet Amidst the failures and disappointments Burying me alive Sinking me in despair I grab on to the last straw of hope To catapult me to brighter days. ©® Susmita Mukherjee

think what I really needed was a good director. He could have told me when I missed my lines, When I wasn't standing on my spot, If I wasn't giving my best side to the camera. And if I screwed up he'd just let me redo the scene Till I got it right: Of course right depends... I think what I really n

She hated herself there’s no denying that As God’s favourite chastened child Bearing the burden of betrayal And a heavy heart filled with sorrow In her sombre world Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls Penalized for her sins Waiting for the gallows to pull in And bring her dim life story to the e

Upon the breeze, they fly, Secrets in soft sighs, Hidden whispers glide, Through the azure skies. Leaves rustle with old tales, Hope dances with grace, Dawn's light reveals dreams, In each secret place. From whispered fears to whispered dreams, A tapestry of secrets, it seems. In silent rooms, w

On World Poetry Day Poetry is my refuge on cold wintry nights The first light of dawn The evening twilight that paints the sky In hues of fiery coral. As the glorious orb dips below the horizon Poetry whispers in my ears. In spring, the season of joy and abundance When vibrant flowers bloom Le

A mile into the woods, deep below the snow, that’s where all the dirty bones go. When in spring he shows again, to bury them deeper, along with their friends, because he is a keeper of souls. He is crafty, that man with the blade. A locksmith, they say, was his former trade. Not bad with guns,

A weir holds back the river against the flow of the morning tide I wonder how many thoughts, unspoken, lie behind its barrier- ponderings of love, turmoil, betrayal obstructed by the dam of emotional blocks struggling to break free from their confines. Like silent storms beneath the surface, th

She bears the weight of life in her womb In quiet fortitude and strength in silence Love flows from her hands, boundless, true With every breath, she nurtures, she creates A force of nature, shaping destinies and fates In her heart, the universe is spun, A mother, a warrior, whose battles are ne

Maybe in May.. We would see the day,The warmth from the sun, it would be a lot of fun. Maybe in May... The water making it's waves, for it's on the raves. While everyone starts going freestyle, with every smile. Maybe in May... The time of the April's showers, slowly starts to bring in the May's F

As the nighttime shares with the day glimpses of things to be, so does the day share with the night shadows of the past.

Some of us go out with sirens That scream "get away! GET AWAY!" Some go out with quiet beeps That whisper we are going, just not yet. The bravest of us go out in armatured chaos Where we don't hear the monster’s whiz. Or in a unsided casket where we feel the cries for all we used to be. Which would

The truth is I'm afraid of my own mind. I'm afraid of where I go It's like a minefield in my head Part of me wants to be forgotten But also remembered for, not necessarily surviving my CPTSD and psychosis but that I can inspire I'm drowning in my mind The fears I can't deny My soul is flying hi

The Old Man in the Sky He flew away in a balloon. His Son did say. It's kind of colorful, in a way. The Balloon, not the man. Said he needed to find the answers in life that kept passing him by. He was sure they could be found from way up high. So, the old man, early to rise, filled the magnificent

The petulant midday sun Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith It's blinding glare, a white hot disc Scorching and oppressive Over the earth and living ones A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky Wrapping us in its stifling embrace A shimmering mirage dancing in the air. ©® Susmita M

A whirlwind of emotions A cyclone of wandering thoughts A tempest of trepidation That leaves me baffled and distraught The devastation of my battling mind Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine. ©®Susmita Mukherjee

Broken silence in the end never helped a single friend. Looking away never saved a single slave. And just because you are ordered to; “Say nothing!" Does this release you? Your nightmares never have. It happens today, you know? those slaves being sold. Sold to Saudi Prince's From Africa of all plac