Life to her was a perfect flower,
And every petal a jeweled hour,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God sent a frost from His clear blue sky.
Life to her was a fairy rune;
Her light feet tripped to the lilting tune,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God stopped th’ enchanting melody.
Life to her was a picture book
That her glad eyes searched with eager look
Till all at once–we know not why–
God put the wondrous volume by.
by CHARLES HAMILTON MUSGROVE (1871-1926)
Public Domain Poetry
a faded plate says
it tried to end world hunger
but went belly up
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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god could visit their dark room
go through a thin crack in the wall
light their life with a glimmer of hope
but god has grown so fat and lazy
he can only fit through a grand church door
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Little pebbles dripping,
running window panes,
and I breathe in the lust
of drudgery as each pull
their path to the sill, still
I am, lump and frump,
while the grass grows
to the moon, and each
moment of solitude I
age eons waiting for a
final change, awakening
and finally awake, like
this place, nestled among
fields of corn, the safest
I have yet to feel since
birth long ago, when
no one was there and I
was left to wonder woe
by SHAWN M. YOUNG
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pooch, go away now
i know you crave attention
(cannot feel my arms…)
i’m open to your absence
happy to be anywhere
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 