The Poet Community

A New Day

Dear Poets and Readers,

I am no longer accepting submissions for publication on this site in order to focus on my own writing and publishing endeavors. The site will remain online for people to read. I appreciate all the wonderful poets who have submitted their thoughtful poems as well as the visitors to the site over the years. My poetry journey continues at Unconventional Being. I’ll also be publishing people’s poems in anthologies at Opportunity Publishing.

Cheers,

Guy


~ Looking for a place to publish your poetry? Visit Opportunity Publishing.

Hard Line | A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

The epiphany
sits on my shoulder
where it gets shattered,
bang, bang, bang
in the night
with a blast
of rising revelations.
The truth is harsh
and will not be bartered with –
it’s all or none,
so make your choice
and carry on.

Visit http://dissidentvoice.org/author/scottthomasoutlar/.



~ Looking for a place to publish your poetry? Visit Opportunity Publishing.

A Piece of Paper | A Poem by Chris Byrne

Is it what controls all?
Or is it the elected
Just lobbying
Forsaking the good
Getting greedy
Making profit
Whilst in office
Pretending to look after
Our interests or their vested
Interests?
Maybe it’s just a piece
Of paper blinded by
Reality not seeing the
Bigger picture.



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The Tree People | A Poem by Shabana Shaikh

There are different ways in which people subsist
Some ‘live’ their lives, some only exist
No, not the unlucky ones without opportunities
But the lucky have-it-all’s bound by responsibilities
They breathe, feel hunger, go to sleep
After all these are life processes
Not for them the thrill of trying something new
Or the joy of successes
They are the ones who only watch
As others dream, plan and achieve
They can only look the other way
But they can’t get up and leave
For they are true to their root
Although they may branch out and bear fruit
They may feel uncomfortable on their tether
But they patiently wait for a change in the weather
They bear the sun, they bear the cloud
They bear the winds, but do not speak aloud
And this is how, alas!
Seventy-odd human years pass
Until one day when they are finally free
From living the life of a tree.



~ Looking for a place to publish your poetry? Visit Opportunity Publishing.

Rare Fog (in a Year of Drought) | A Poem by Danny Faragher

the fog crept into the valley
in the early morning air,
its arms outstretched
like a benevolent phantom

it rolled through suburban streets,
caressing the bare arms
of an ash as it leaned to kiss
the parched ground below

but with the light the jealous
dog of drought awoke
to chase the interloper away
and with a snarl clenched its jaws
ever tighter around winter’s throat

 
Visit Danny at http://www.dannyfaraghermusic.com/poetic-side/.


~ Looking for a place to publish your poetry? Visit Opportunity Publishing.