Time is a nutcase
Watching from the windowsills
Longing to be freed
How does it work?
Hate to say it, but I know.
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Place me within walls And tell me who I am to be What I am to say Tell me how to talk to the moon Without the stars hearing and sharing my secrets
By Lee St. Evans3 years ago in Poets
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Author's Note: This was a three day Valentines Day haiku contest. It started last Friday and ended on Sunday. Haiku was the format. Others did write poems but they weren't all Haiku. The others are still in the gift booklet that will be sent to the winners. The top 3 are included below, including our own Mariann Carroll, who won first place.
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Poets
There would be nothing divine in this world without art. Nature may surpass the divine to all intents and purposes, but like everything it absorbs and is absorbed by, it remains here, stuck on the surface of this world, ever-present, physically bound to the universe.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 3 days ago in Art
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Hate to say it, but I know.