April Poetry Challenge 1

[AlinaX]

there is a moment
as the sun is swallowed whole
that I think: nasty!

 

[Wat_Tyler]

When I cling to things
and confuse my wants with needs,
it's best to let go . . . .

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Winds howl, clouds thicken,
dark with menace. Storm's comin',
then there's just drizzle.

 

[Wonderer67]

I have killed myself
Many times over the years
Yet, I am still here

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I have killed myself
Many times over the years
Yet, I am still here

I have as well.

 

[AlinaX]

I died on tuesday
death wielding a vibrator
instead of a scythe

 

[Wat_Tyler]

I open my brain
to new possibilities
when I know too much.

 

[AlinaX]

if words were kisses
would such sparsity be wise
or cruel excess?

measured with her lips
with her imperial feet
no inches in sight

the tip of her tongue
is a songwriter, and I...
I dance to her tune

 

[Wordcascade]

burn away what’s worth
nothing to you anymore
sift through the debris

be aware there’s more
to you than you know; however
sometimes you find less

seedlings grow from dung
Phoenix’s rise from ashes
humans grow from pain

 

[Tzara]

Primavera

A nest of tulips
in my Botticelli vase;

how I count to spring.​

 

[Wat_Tyler]

My azaleas,
big, pink blooms. But I'm moving.
I'll take them with me.

 

[Angeline]

Laura

Beautiful songbird
you married doowop to jazz,
stole my heart away.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Inarticulate
desire for something . . . beyond
the veil of bullshit.

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Procrastination.
Manifestation of Fear,
and rationalized.

 

[Angeline]

Twilight

Sun drops behind trees
Lights glow on the Delaware
I watch the sky change

 

[butters]

an uneasy peace

under the corn patch
metropolis of tunnels—
stay in your lane, moles!

 

[42Below]

Their voices wind blown
leaves decolonize from trees
Mayflower sailing

 

[Wordcascade]

I feel wrung out
twisted cloth full now dry
and I ache

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Brisk Sunday morning
with rain, damp, and cheerlessness.
Sun took the day off.

 

[JaySecrets]

Poems found in prayers
Laid supplicant in soft lines
Then left there unread

Found beneath a leaf
Rustled by an errant breeze
A book rarely read

Someone almost me
Whispered crumpled hymns
Echoed still in time

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Spider descending
on its tiny silky thread.
Beware! The cats wait!!!

 

[JaySecrets]

leaves decolonize from trees

Love this line

 

[Wat_Tyler]

Opportunities
quite often come to our door
disguised as problems.

 

[AlinaX]

an easy conquest
is a mere appetiser
blood in the water

 

[JaySecrets]

Random quote given
Matching the syllable count
Is not a poem