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.
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
A finger pointing at the sky.Do you know the reason why?Do you want to live or die?Do you hear the people cry?When they come to sing “Hallelujah!”,riding in the voodoo Sin Street car,waves come crashing on the harbour bar,you’ll be swinging on the Polar Star.Clouds unfolding bring the winter rain,while you pay and work and pay againfor a ticket on the one way trainto the sweet land where you can remain.See, the angel standing by the doorputs down the sword and will make war no more;there’s a…Continue
Waking from drug sleep tangled night,sahara mind extending to incognitaripples round a fire still burningat the back behind the ears;flames curl over the scalp,here and there explodingpointlessly, above my eyeor inside the ear.My teeth feel as if they are about to depart.I do not have the energy to weep.A cup of tea, English solace,and caresses from the cat.Is it time to take another pill yet?I string my lament on a chain of prayer,some steadinessmid of the sulphurous storm,no end in sight.Continue
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