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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.

A Winter Buffet | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

January day
not a leaf left
on this skeleton

tree teeming
with sparrows
chirping and hopping

branch to branch
waiting for the deck
feeder to be free of

cardinals and jays
bickering for seed
while on the floor

four doves
stroll in silence
feasting on spilled

seed near the railing
where a fat squirrel
sits with its tail high

in a question mark
ready to dive
and scatter them all

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

The Girl Who Disappears | A Poem by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn

Am I that girl?
Am I the girl who disappears?
Am I the one who speaks too softly?
Am I the one no one hears?
Are those the questions that I will ask
As I take my final breath?
Will I have made a mark on this earth
Before I meet with death?
Am I but a whisper
In the minds of those I’ve met.
Have I done something good,
Something they won’t forget?
Have I stood up against wrongs?
Have I stood my ground?
Or have I yelled against the wind
And no one heard a sound?
Have I raised my chin determined?
Have I been brave?
Have I cried out at injustice
Even when I was afraid?
Or am I the lonely girl
Who fades silently away?
The girl who no one has memories of
Or who had nothing to say?
Am I the girl who
No one wanted to hold dear?
Am I that girl
The girl who disappears.

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

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.