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poems about life

Fast Lives | A Poem by Chris Byrne

Everybody who works in the fast food industry,
Bar staff, waiters, waitresses, all have one thing in
Common, they met in the pub
Quizzing an hour here and an hour there
Rushing for a bus or the last pint
Never spending time at home
Two hours is a lot when
You’re only five minutes’ walk
From home, we dwell to socialise
Just that hour one pint
Always just the one
But one pint won’t hurt
One becomes two,
Daylight, time
For work

Somehow This Year I Missed the Colors | A Poem by SD Stalzer

Somehow this year
I missed the colors
blushing peach leaves
sheaves of maple
and beech the gold
littered forest path.

Head frantic a
glacial erratic
matter on a
frozen river
ceases endless
chatter inside me.

Stopped motionless
cloned saplings of oak
and bone push out
arms cleaving shards
from stone to make
me look up too late.

SD Stalzer is a Boston area composer, educator, technologist, and poet. His poetry attempts to merge the sensibilities of contemporary visual arts and music into verbal forms that explore the wonders and challenges of being alive.

Wild Honeysuckle | A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Wild honeysuckle,
overwhelmingly sweet scented
childhood memories. Sucking
down sticky drops of nectar.
Dodging yellow jackets and
bees competing for same.

A bramble of multiflora roses,
our fortress against the invisible
enemy. Battling monsters in a
stick-sword fight of epic proportions.
Rolling down grassy hills.

Splashing through woodland streams,
searching under rocks for crayfish.
Days that would go on forever, a
single scent brings them all back.
The pungent aroma of wild honeysuckle.

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Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, Indiana Voice Journal, Halcyon Days Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, and BSU’s Celestial Musings Anthology.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

Carnival of the Wild | A Poem by Salvatore Folisi

I remember birch trees white
and peeling
like great migrating animals,
their vertical skins landscapes of snow
dotted with chunks of earth and
falling away like snakes sloughing their scales.

I remember their punctual shapes
stretched into the open sky,
tall and proud as they kept watch
over the woods
amidst the ruminations of birds
and squirrels leaping through leaves.

I remember the calming colors
of the forest floor;
browns and tans shot through
with fresh greens
and amazing eruptions
of red, yellow and purple.

I remember the buzzing
of insects and the damp
smell of humus
across vast green fields
of grass,
as if all the earth were breathing
through the land,
whispering ancient secrets
that were common knowledge
amongst the mushrooms and the raccoons.

I remember my skin
as the sun poured
its wealth of golden luster
down upon me,
and all around I felt as though
I had entered the carnival of the wild…

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