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Grappling with the aesthetic ,
The sweating striving of integrity and the charlatan-poseur
And what is it anyway .. this thing we call '' Beauty ''
Is the flower beautiful before you set your gaze on it ,or does is become beautiful because you looked and found it...
By Maryam Al Serkal
Stop crying your heart out
By Maryam Al Serkal
I wrote this when I wondered what will keep me standing.
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Steve Downes
Gossip Street is from my first collection of Poem The Pagan Field
also available on youtube
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this because it was snowing outside.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Alexander Mademochorites
After walking for miles and miles, he came upon a wooden panel. On it, was inscribed the following:
A beat poem about life. So, basically a stream of semi-related thoughts from my consciousness.
I think the skies beautiful.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A BAND OF COMEDY POETS
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Carl Halling
As a Perfectly Foolish Young Man I Wanted - Part Two - Book One - Darling Fan and a Further Octet of Essays - Thomas Stearnes' Pilgrimage to East Coker
Article | Updated Feb 19, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ava Rosien
Yearning for the talent of the classic poets.
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
'Snow is white' is a famous example of a basic factual sentence in the philosophy of language. Here the adjective and the noun are reversed. The point is that the reversal turns prose into poetry: the sentence 'white is the snow' does not represent a fact about the world; it brings a world...
Poetry | Updated Jan 25, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By The Doorman
Inevitable present;Â home to the indians today.Â I've learned my lessons, stopped playing music to the plastic poets in the rain.Â They've all found their way, like I did in time, but both of them couldn't be here to stay with me and write dark blue little lines.Â So I...
I don't really have a moral behind this one! Normally I pick an emotion! I would call this my struggle of life, the search for answers and what I have learn't! I guess the moral is being a truth seeker will only ever end in you knowing less truth! Anyway I hope you enjoy it and take what ever...