This is a group in which to post poetry that you have written yourself. It may be long or short, polished or rough, a celebration or an experiment. It is not a competition, more a place where we can share and appreciate and learn from each other and discuss each other's poems.
The poems are grouped into "discussions". Each discussion may be a theme or a poetry form. Each discussion can grow into a little collection. Add individual poems as "Comments" within the appropriate section. You can also add remarks as comments too. If there is no appropriate section, start a new one. If you feel clumsy doing this, don't worry - the site moderator will tidy it up later. Poems added should be broadly connected with the theme title of the discussion, but do not have to relate directly to other poems already posted.
Writing poetry can be everything from a light amusement through to a deep spiritual practice. Enjoy.
Here is a poem I had published a while ago...CompostelloA longing calls me westward along the pilgrim trail; a pilgrim hood I’ll have and a staff and donkey friend, a metal cup to scoop spring water for sweet ale and strong boots for walking to the end.Toward the setting sun, with hope upon my heart, I’ll stroll into vermillion against a sky of limpid blue; as the pale moon cares for the region I depart wayside forget-me-nots will keep me true.It is an angel takes me there, she of the evening…Continue
There is no cause for happiness,only misery wants reason,yet happiness has prompts innumerablewhile misery is mute;yet when we know the cause of our distressit has its limit with its season,only enduring malady is unableto give account that is not moot;while joy can sing and raise and blessand skip come rain, come cloud, come sun,so that it blossoms still more ableto carry on its fair pursuit.Continue
This is a place for posting haiku.A haiku is a 17 syllable poem, generally consisting of three lines with 5-7-5 syllables respectively. Normally the final line gives a twist or "turn" to the meaning or makes a reference to the season of the year. Traditionally, in Japan, haiku were often about the moon, clouds, cherry blossom,…Continue
The memories like a swirling cloud of a distant life that knew no bound.A soul that hurt and knew the fear of loneliness and uncertain frown.Like echoes from a distant room they come to haunt and I feel them Strewn about my mind like swirling clouds from a distant life that knew no bound.In tortured twists and silent words I hear the memories like angry verse they come at dusk they come at dawn they come to hurt they come to mourn the passing of a life so torn with anger lust and passing scorn…Continue
The rain was heavy last night, by noon once again all fine and clear, on the horizon tiny clouds gatheringwith attitude.Were everything in one’s world pure so would be one’s heart. In that case, however, No objection to stormy weather.Continue
There he is walking from the land of golden sandsWhere the sun never sets and the moon never rises.Walking the cracked grounds of the desert SaharaTo cross the sea and come to you, The messenger of faith is hereSee his glory and bow to his honorFor he shall cross many sea’s and pass the desertOnly to reach you and give you wisdom, Meet the white crow and see all his wisdom within his eyesFeel the pain within his chest from all that you let him see. Remember 13th dec 2049 for that is the day he…Continue
You eye in the sky seer of the allJudge of the blind, all knowing and all encompassing.Sirius star of wisdom, bringer of balance guide of humanityTell me the answer I seek, let me know which way to go.On my knees I am begging for your words.Blue queen of secrets unveil yourself to me, show me the path.Not the one my feet walk on, but the one my heart beats on. Soul to soul I ask of you enlighten me with your presenceCome down and show me the way of the divine.Let life, love and light shower me…Continue
Beautiful sky.Dark clouds with a rugged tear,Stretching across the horizon,and giving a sense of worlds beyond.A rip in the curtain of delusion,forming a peephole through to the Pure Land.The sweet sound of the birds is an echo of my breathing,and not apart from it.Many Buddhas and much rejoicing as the universe celebrates the power of practice,sending waves of bliss and passion into my heart.The world rests in a deep trance,awaiting the call to service.Namo Amida Bu!Continue
FAITHFaith is fearless, faith sings gaily, she touches me tenderly when I’m sad. Faith sits quietly in the sun remembering all the fun we’ve had. Faith inspires as a rising fire then lies in wait as yesterday’s ashes; she comes in the wind, in the hailing storm to batter upon me, rain that splashes. Faith is existence, love and being, quiet in the shadow beside my chair, whether she’s needed or quite forgotten my heart is at peace because she’s there.Continue
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