The Dark Lovers

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This is the poem I earned the moniker “Dark Dr. Seuss”

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…stood upon a hill two trees that closely intertwined and passersby that glanced upon felt darkness undefined. For on some nights laughing heard come down from that black hill and on some night it traveled here upon my window sill. It was then my mind tripped upon a vision the laughing told, of two dark lovers, their joy and pain, began itself unfold. 

Dark boy, dark girl, the story began, a love that time can't touch and in their story, their dark love grew, perhaps some much too…


By RayFed

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You Do Not Exist

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I wrote this poem during a difficult time of my life. The poem was selected and published in an anthology. My situation changed after I married a beautiful woman.

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…I walk randomly from one street to another

while walking I try to hold your hands

But I can not touch your soft hands

because you do not exist,

you never did

 

I go for a candle light dinner

through the light of the candle I try to see your lovely face

But all I see is darkness

because you do not exist, 

you never did

 

I go to a…

By Sabir Abdus Samee

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Don't You Know Me?

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In November 2015 the Paris terrorist attacks moved me to tears, and compelled me to write this piece. I discovered that rhyming French and English together is difficult because the sounds don't quite fit; so I've ended up with some 'half rhymes' and 'near rhymes'. But I needed them to help me remember the places where so many had died and so many others had been maimed at the hands of maniacs. This poem is a conversation of sorts, whereas beneath the violence lies the fact that there is no dialogue between the fanatics and their victims. I wonder where justice lies.

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…Friday’, he said, ‘I went to the match 

with some friends, but we couldn’t get in. 

We’d stopped for a while before we got there, 

at Le Petit Cambodge on Rue…


By Steve Sholl

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Just, In Time

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A folk-style song lyric, longing or justice in an unjust world...

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…world spins around us

Hatred fills the land

People denied basic human rights

Bigotry and fear reign

Is the end at hand?

Burning torches blaze against the night

 

Though things seem their darkest

Justice will hold sway

And the guilty will pay for their crimes

There will come a reckoning

Truth shall find its way

And all wrongs will be made just

In time

 

While hope may be fleeting

Freedom’s light grows dim

Evil casts its shadow ‘cross our minds

Virtue may yet triumph

Goodness can still…


By Mike Turner

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To Know Truth

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A reflection on knowledge of Truth

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…may we know Truth?

Will Truth reveal itself to us

Like a flower

Petals opening to the Sun

For all to see?

Or will Truth mask its arrival

So that only those who seek it

Rejecting lies and myth and folly

May find it in reward of their quest?

 

Having found Truth

Who amongst us can comprehend it?

What frame of reference 

May shape such observation

And allow recognition of Truth

By those who see it?

 

Does Truth exist if we do not see it?

If we cannot comprehend it?

 

Or is it perhaps…

By Mike Turner

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Wondering what will happen

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…what will happen when we grow up, not physically but mentally to look around to feel the nature in its kind of! 

Wondering what will happen when physical looks gets lost, when appreciated cute looking face gets torn off, jewellery, clothes, transportation all gets messed up! 

Wondering, will people who appreciated when things were good Will look up with same pride and grin when all other things fade off!

Wondering when luxury job, title, power you had gets crushed and left behind to do menial jobs!

Wondering what will happen when we grow up, not physically but mentally to look…

By Moin Uddin

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Hidden

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Poem and riddle

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At the corner of 10957 Bellagio Road and Apt 213, 924 N.25th street at the opposite corners of 8213 West Summerdale Avenue and 115 Burr’s Lane, there's a little unassuming two-story house simple and plain.

Three steps up to the porch and at the front door there's a mat that says 'WELCOME' there on the floor. 

Standing there thickly, a door made of wood, black oak, bronze trim, with a shiny new knob and a lock that looked like it was quite good. 

And there under the mat, if you care to find, is a key made…

By RayFed

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How Long?

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This poem speaks of #globalwarming..."scorching heat of this arid desert" .... #overfishing... "this ocean we've bled dry" ... the constant cries for #peace throughout our world ... "how long before that Dove of Peace heals its broken wings" .... and #deforestation ... "in this burnt forest" ... #Amazon

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…shall we wander

through the scorching heat

of this arid desert,

yearning for a quenching drop

from the cooling cup of the oasis?


How long before

all the tears we cry

are enough,

to turn the tide

in this ocean we've bled dry?


And how long before

that Dove of Peace

heals its broken wings,

and finds…

By Adiela Akoo

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Games

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…family. I don’t love them. I don’t consider this place my home. I don’t belong here anyway. I need to get away, but my fears restrain me here.

Losing the race because I keep tripping myself. Wiping out whenever I have the chance. Shattering all the walls. I’m left black and blue all over. My progress bar is empty. As a result, I’m stuck replaying the same events over and over in my head. I need to pause this game. I need to scratch out the pain. I don’t need a trophy. I’d be content with an easy pass. Yet…

By Cristina Collazo

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Third Horseman

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The wealth that "first world" nations take for granted is made possible only through the exploitation of poor underpaid workers in less developed countries..

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…alter ego is Injustice

Come meet my strong black horse

His other name is Famine

I am the third horseman of course

I ride between the rich and poor

On roads of good golden intentions

Paved with dead cheap labourers

Who lived to serve powered inventions

I ride with laden transport trucks

That bring to you cheap goods and produce

Made by folks who can't afford the stuff

Who survive on canned beans and…


By E.J. Reid

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