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Never Ending Rain

By: Ockert C. Kruger

Tip Tap Tip Tap
A drop hear a drop there
So it goes on and on
Here it rains never stop to rain
In the sandstone cave
Gaarrrr gaarrr
It comes down never up
So it goes on and on
Here the waterfall never stops
In the sandstone cave
Klilike klilike
Over the stones under the boulders
So it goes on and on
Here the water flows never stops
In the sandstone cave
Praise God, wonder God
for making water go
tip tap tip tap
gaarrr gaarrr
klilike klilike

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Midnight City
By: Kim Hood

A Summer Breeze drifts warmly through my window carrying the sounds of the night.
Lonely voices of the sleepless souls rise from the street below
Sounds of joy and pain riding on the wind
fading like moonlight in the city
Momentary silence,
street lamps hazy in the heat
The trees whispering their prayers into the night
A siren screams through the darkness
blending with a baby’s cry
Solitary sounds
Cars passing
A man walks alone feeding his sorrow with wine

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I know that you love me

By: Passionated Dreaming

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that your lips
Touch me so softly with each tender kiss.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that your hands
Grab my ass, pull my hair, and claim me once again.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that we move
Our bodies dancing to our own groove.

I know that you love me
It’s all in your stare
Yours eyes hold me captive, aren’t we such a pair.

I know that you love me
It’s in the way that you hold
Your arms wrapped around me you beat out the cold.

I know that you love me
I feel it inside
I feel it all around me like a great ocean tide.

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“In the shadow of the moon”
By: The Novice Gardener

The black cat creeps the concrete
The woods owl hoots a warning
A car serpentines its way, zigzagging
The wasted driver can not see the street

A child leaves the group and decides to stray
To look at the Frankenstein display
Just on the edge of the pavement
Exactly at the point of moment
That the driver blinks and closes his lids
And finds himself unable to stop the skids

In the shadow of the moon
The black cat glints its eyes and arches
The woods owl freezes and changes its tune
Feathers ruffle to follow quiet hisses
To mourn for a child taken too soon

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‘The Eyes That Haunt’
By: Idiotwriting

‘The eyes haunt my sleep
They come in through the dark
They wake me up to tell me how
My life has lost its spark

They curse me as I lay awake
With dreams of what was left
They prod my heart with doubt and dread
Of what may lie ahead

The eyes of children starving
The eyes of murdered mothers
The eyes of desperate thieving men
The eyes of yesterdays brothers

They creep into my every thought
They persecute with fate
They seek my soul, they twist my heart
They wait for my rebate

They call to me in sweeping voice
Surround me with their plight
They fill me with their anguished grin
Reminding me to fight

I hear their cry, oh God each day
Remind me why I’m here
Not to seek my fortune
Not to run from fear

Embed their pleading faces
Firmly in my heart
Put forward now Your harvest time
To finish what you start

The seasons of our lifetime
Fill years that amble by
We sow we reap, we reap we sow
We walk earth once… we die’

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What do you think of when reading it?
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Burgeon
By: Lauren Nalls

Lifeless now.
Hard beneath the concrete her essence stands, still.
In decay she feeds Mother Earth
with rough-climbing branches that will never kiss the sun.
I watched her bloom late and root shallow
in a craggy urban foothold.
She taught me to fight the rain,
collect due with outstretched limbs,
snap without bending,
and scrape dust in drought.
She all but shut down to survive
and never went deep enough to hold.
Shoots absorbed with blight,
produced fruit that was untouchable.
Her friends were fences and we, the children
who played around her just outside.
In spring she could light up the sky.
Beautiful, buzzing, humming with promise of growth.
But as time moved
we watched her face fall in anticipated dormancy.
When that bitter winter came,
her hollow rotted structure gave
and I saw her wither, withdraw, and leave.
Now, I must tend this bitter seed that grows in me.

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Things to consider –
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What do you think of when reading it?
What is the poet talking about?


Sunfall

by Ben Forshaw

The sun is out and shining bright,
The grey skies banished by its light.
Though rain was falling yesterday,
Now clouds have drifted far away.

Just like the weather’s wax and wane,
My moods will fall, then rise again
From thunder’s roll and tempest’s blow
To skies of blue and peace below.

But would the sunshine warming me
Feel half as good were it to be
Without the contrast of the cold
That had me lately me in its hold?

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Things to consider –
What is the meter doing?
Is there a rhyme scheme? And what does that do to the poem? Is it needed?
What do you think of when reading it?
What is the poet talking about?