It’s a little too late Much too late For should not The die has been cast Beans spilled And should not Is a thing on the past Now there’s only The carpet of guilt Wallpaper of whining Sad idling engine What might have been.
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I am on the border of something new, an unfulfilled old promise tucked away, moth-eaten, now waving hello again after a long hibernation. The post Cusp | Natalie Bentley appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
Jews dream of David’s reign, of Solomon’s expansive kingdom; Muslims dream of their caliphate, of a glorious empire of conquests. Yet there is a third dream at hand of middle-ground concession, an offspring of compromise, the progeny of goodwill. Let a lucid consensus reflect that there is in each conflict one single right side: that…
I never expected to find a torn napkin somewhere on a beach and start to write layers of thoughts coming from a locked box only the wind could understand pulling me into a magnetic field of consciousness that would change my life I never expected to become a poet just in time before falling into…
Never missing an opportunity to poke fun inflate ego rant, rave, ridicule pretend to stand a little taller Grabbing the club resorting to violence when a kind word a meditative thought would do quite nicely instead. The post Crudus Brutus | JD DeHart appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
I get more than a little tired of Hearing erroneous “facts” promulgated By fake news outlets, the very Same ones that label real news fake. I don’t understand how people can Be so consumed by fear and anger That they believe anything that Reinforces their baser instincts, No matter how much those false beliefs Hurt…
_______________________________________________________ Trespass Father’s paroled during the drought of seventy-eight only to vanish again, this time taking me with him— stealing into Levi’s pasture for cow skeletons, sun-stripped and patiently gleaming between the crushed iris. Above and around…
