Dear poets,
our topic for May is flowers. We’re looking forward to reading your flower inspired flowerly poems. 🙂
Marie, Jarek and Adam
Author: adamigo (Page 2 of 4)
The bark of the tree I’m resting on is deeply scarred
The light playfully shines through the leaves
A grasshopper peacefully hoping around
It’s thinking about something to eat
I’m dressed like a sailor for a long journey
Surrounded by trees solemnly standing by
Listening to the leaves rustling in light breeze
Feeling at peace and pensive at the same time
The future is open seemingly far away
The simple yet so special moments
Just holding a book, lost in a great story
Enjoying my steaming cup of filtered java
A still moment in a rushed life, an anchor
Something real I can give full attention to
Dear poets,
our March topic is to write a poem about what makes you happy (come alive) or what you do to relax. Looking forward to reading your wonderful poems! 🙂
Marie, Jarek and Adam
A son in his father embrace
Crying: “I was so foolish, will you forgive me please?
Could I just be one of your servants?”
Let’s go back in the story
Father watching his son’s back, heartbroken
Waiting day by day for his son’s return
Days turning into moths turning into years flying by
Wondering whether he would see his son again
The son’s been through self-inflicted hell
Running away and mocking his Father
Wasting his money for things that can’t satisfy
Hitting the rock bottom, desperation suffocating him
Finally coming to his senses, deciding to come back
Though not having a reason to expect his Father’s forgiveness
The only prospects of being shamed, mocked and
Serving in a place he was supposed to co-own one day
Yet he is met by Father discarding his dignity
Running towards him, holding him in his arms
Repeating out of breath: “Son, you’ve come home, you’ve come home…”
Father finally able to utter something else
Calling his servants to bring a robe, sandals and ring
Completely restoring son to his former place
What a shocking twist in the story!
That’s the ultimate love of the Father
The beginning of a new year so full of latent possibilities
So many aspirations, dreams which might come true
Anticipating what lies ahead
At least some of them are clear
Finishing the bachelors, visiting some friends
Continue running regularly and exercising
Resting, creating, playing and being with friends more
Keep it simple and seize the day
And the little joyous moments of the mundane
Dark, brown and black beans
Crushed to a million pieces
Flooded by boiling water
Yielding its treasures in the liquid
Its flourished flavour and fragrance
Rising from the hot cup embraced in hands
Reaching my senses, filling them
The ultimate pleasure of this gift
Washing over my tongue down the throat
Politically correct bedtime stories
The book of nonsense and nonsense songs
Words, words, words
Steal like an artist
We are all weird
The tipping point
On the verge
Sacrilege
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A flying seagull, wild and free, unbound
Majestic in a way, circling Arthur’s Seat
Watching Edinburgh from the above
Omnipresent cry so easy to distinguish
Can’t resist the alluring sea constantly
A bountiful feast overflowing with fish
So wild and free, so wild and free
Soaring and vanishing in the distance
And you can see the photo here.
Dear poets,
We would like to announce a couple tweaks and pieces of news:
- you can now share the poems on the webpage via email, facebook, twitter and google+
- you can also print the poems
- moreover, there is the possibility to subscribe to our webpage to receive emails about what is going on
- we have just launched our facebook page – check it out here – feel free to check it and share it with your friends
Enjoy our new website and more is on the way!
Adam, Marie and Jarek