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In the stillness of night
I heard a gentle breeze
whisper nature's secrets
to the quivering leaves
Haiku
amrutha 4d
i move to the centre of that joy
and i am overcome by wholeness
like the full moon
illumined in my heart cave

may i be returned to that joy
today and every day
may i carry in my eyes
a glimpse of that fullness

i am a child of the
    great moving force
i get back up right away
and continue to play

tonight i sow the seed
and tomorrow there shall be rain
  all comes together
            all over again
Xnarf Jun 5
It’s starting. I feel the taps.
I glance over my shoulder. No one there.
In my mind? “Hey chum, got time to spare?”
Time slipped and left the dreadful gaps.

“Hey chum, care to wake up?”
Reality calls. Eyes on us. “Help me out here?”
“Sorry chum, nothing but void.” A nervous tear.
Get up and pour some coffee in that cup.

Dear mind, we need to talk.
“Cease your violent tapping, leave me be!”
Eerily quiet, but the shadows glee.
Dim lights. Senses rest during a late night walk.

Hopeful dawn. Tell me a story, my friend.
“Look at you, chum! Paying attention!” Rising stress.
His lips move, his words roll. Tap tap. “Mind, please continue to process!”
A fleeting tale, instantly lost. I was there for you, yet absent.  

A mind deep as the universe, yet without gravity.
During daylight, always beckoned by fantasy.
My thoughts fade away, my memory fails. I swear it’s not apathy.
I try not to drift. Please bear with me, for your love is my necessity.
Sometimes, however blank the stare may be - so restless the mind can be.
These are the inner conversations that take place and the sudden realization of reality which ensues.
I wonder how many may relate?
OfTheHeart May 28
When our souls blow in the wind

And our memories fill the stars

For our dreams scatter the universe

And dust we’ve returned  

For second chances are a myth

All shall rest in the ***** of uncertainty

All but none

They that indulged in the affairs of wine and meat

And those that scraped and lived beneath

For the stars refuse to differentiate

Our achievements made minuscule

For it may seem that life and death are both unfair
Written as I reflected on what lies ahead when our memories fill the stars.
There are times when life’s knitting unravels
a major diversion in the direction of travel,
not a dropped stitch, or some existential glitch,
but a ****** awful tangle
a wrestle, a fist fight,
a complicated wrangle
a long overdue appointment with fate,
when we can do nothing but sit back and wait
let it run, see it through
think about anything that we can do
to find the loose ends
pick up the pieces
and start to make amends
Pouya May 24
Everything is just right.
Everything is as it should be.
Everything is fine—

Even when it hurts.
Even when it heals.
Even when it doesn’t feel that way.
Zywa May 23
All my space travels

are tragic, going so far --


and getting nowhere.
Poem "Testpiloot" ("Test pilot", 2012, Ingmar Heytze)

Collection "Stream"
Ma plume pleure les agonies et les souffrances
De mon peuple qui se noie dans la misère.
Mon stylo stylise les lentes cadences
D’un mendiant qui s’égare au sein de la galère.

Ma voix dénonce la vaine guerre et l’injustice
Qui punissent les plus impotents de la vallée.
Un petit groupe se voit maigrement récompenser,
Quelle honte pour un monde infesté de vices!

Mon pinceau démasque l’inégalité et le déséquilibre
Qui bottinent tout un univers soi-disant libre.
Mes 'rayons laser' brûlent l’iris des aveugles
Qui voient très clair le mini-tableau de mon peuple.

Je suis le gendre du poète lâchement exécuté
Et le petit-fils du plus pauvre empereur assassiné.
J’abhorre la vanité et la mièvrerie de l’homme
Qui se croit supérieur à l’hérisson et à la pomme.

Ma plume pleure pour mon peuple
Qui boit l’absinthe comme un aveugle.
Ma voix emportée, par le vent de la liberté
Est pareille aux soupirs perçants des enfants affamés.

Copyright© 18 Mai 2010, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de quatre recueils de poèmes.
Dream May 17
I know
I know what I am to do
God showed me
Has been showing me
But only today
Do I know.
Let go of all
the sins
that make you human
to try to be like Him.
I can now forgive my brother,
and learn to love again.
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