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.
My garden is full of weeds,yet some of them are attractiveif you have the eyeto appreciate their special qualities.My mind is full of stray thoughts,yet some of themare not so crazywhen you take a second glance.My life is a patchwork of many agendas,yet there are linksif one has the perspectiveto see the bigger picture.Many relationships have come and gonethough some still linger.Yet seen with the eyes of love,every one was a treasure.Yes, my garden is full of weedsand now I cultivate themwith…Continue
Laying down on startled grass.I imagine the trees talking in spurts.They say this is my home undaunted,Survival depends on the rains.Yet, you'll not lay down near me when my soil(soul) is wet.Yet, I say I do not abandon you.I simply get too flooded with a noisy mind.Thoughts disperse in circles.Dearest tree, be with me.Forgive me, if I calculated my own discomfort in the rains that feed you.Won't you speak to me,Even when your leaves are dry.Continue
Now, suddenly, the season turns;the ice and winter rain have gone away;Sun rises sooner, greens the ferns,bids the world wake, rise, work and play.Precociously, the spring-like airnow full conveys the scent of daffodildissolving stiff tension, dispelling care,declaring newly, freedom from ill.Yet can we trust such sudden boon?Will yet come further frost and gale?Though we bask and enjoy, did we wake too soon?The sky, though blue, still shivers winter pale.Now we rejoice, step out while we…Continue
I do not have time,yet time has meWhat an embarrassmentthat can be - my lifeunfolding free, easily,ticking along,each day a miracle song.I watch the cloudshanging over the treesand time somehowputs up with me,breezily at ease,doing as I please,with no sense of waste,no chase, unlaced and free.Time - you cannot hoard it.The store is empty,shot through with infinity.I’m just a zeroin the vicinity.No, I have no time,but it has all of me;so I apologiseto the powers that befor having to cope withmy…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, the wonders of nature, especially anything beautiful yet…Continue
Flowers under foot, clouds in the sky. Here, in between, I savour solitude. They are busy with their business, while I am merely watching, listening, with nothing to wait for.There is a weighty stillness inside of meas of a hunk of old granitein the midst of a torrent -all around, the rush of butterflies and bees about their ceaseless work.Do not ask, Who is this old fool? for, even if I knew the answer, it would make no difference.Continue
The Himalaya gleamingcan be seen from Katmanduthe smog has cleared away -it’s gone,the dust, the grime, the humans too,it’s all gone quiet on the streetthe dogs are asleep in the sunthat shines in the clear air abovenow the cars and planes have gone.It is a wonderful sight to seebut what shall become of us?We were the ones who made the messby all our business and fuss,and now we’re all under house arrestNature can ease her pain,but will we learn and will we changeor will it have been in…Continue
We had a little Haiku challenge on the fridge notice board at the Temple recently. Here are mine.Black and golden sky.Night conceals the clouds for now.No trace of Summer.If birth causes death,Samsara is eternal.To live is to die.Namo Amida Bu( ;Continue
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