Theres a road going left and right, which one would you take?

I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]

via Standing at a Crossroads — Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe

Glass= Sand

THE GLASS BRANCH They say when lightning strikes the shore, the pathit takes is like a quick nerve burrowingbeneath the beach. And in the aftermath of fused sand, a branch of glass. A littlelike thought made deed, the blast of energycools off in formation and turns brittle, grounded in its own design. The storms subside.Whether it stays buried…

via A Favourite David Sanders Poem — Poem Today

loneliness is a female?!

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. Bram Stoker, Dracula Loneliness will sit in a corner of my room – brooding and childish. She’ll rock in my chair – combing droopy wings all night. She won’t be quiet. I’ll toss and I’ll turn – scaring sleep away and watch night burn into day. […]

via Three Haiku Poems – Broodish — Poet Rummager

“the smell of pine forest” so nostalgic!

This poem rattled around in my mind and body for the last few days. I did not write it out in rough form, so this is it. To read a poem; That is to breath in the world, Meditating on that world (Re)membering a fleeting moment– A moment my whole body experienced; The smell of […]

via To Read a Poem…To Write a Poem — Teacher as Transformer

“The scars I wear for all to see, They show the journey that is me” – wow this is so powerful dont you think?!

The scars I wear for all to see, They show the journey that is me, I’m bonded by the chains I’ve made, I’m shackled by the hands of fate, Forever, I will always walk alone, Lost, bereft without a home, This broken man who no-one loves, The empty soul, I’m not enough, I’m tethered to […]

via A Poem: Life of Pain — The Tattooed Book Geek

So utterly graphic! How does this make you feel?

Written by Jacob Ibrag Black star, who do you think you are? Crickets sleeping in the depths of your crater. We won’t see you coming. Hidden. Crashing into the receptors of our central nervous system. I’d ask for your name and yet this part seems familiar. A cobra chasing it’s own tale. Tail? Tale. Delivered […]

via Tale — Eyes Words

Urdu styled poetry… so underrated… what does everyone else think?

Latest book: The Golden Tradition: An Anthology of Urdu Poetry, edited and translated by Ahmed Ali. I think I can reuse the illo of Babur and Humayun here, since Babur was probably reciting some verse. In Persian, not Urdu, I know. Ali is a great guide– knowledgeable, enthusiastic, tolerant, a font of details. What he […]

via Urdu Poetry — Zompist’s E-Z rant page