A Walk Through Poetry
Why not take a "Walk Through Poetry"? We have published some previous "Best Entries" chosen from an "Anything Friday" offering, held in the Spring.
Emptiness Ellipses Shhh... Quietude invasion Beauty in Silence © Yanny Widjanarko
Flower of Peace War as a aimless evil Which sows death around Can one soul stop it in which light reigns Though the flower fields in which there is love without conditioning no matter what... A soldier with a weapon without tears for their loved ones who strive for it awake at night... Is one flower enough? Peace to reign in the hearts petrified and hopeless in the whirlwind of thoughts © Gordana Andonovska Macedonia
Go to the end of the river. Can't remember how many shadows the boat was anchored in the moon at the end of the month. Mother is the quiet peony. How to count how many dew drops fall in the sky? © Nguyễn Thanh Hai Vietnam
Someone emerged like a sunshine in the days of deadline the beams of hope, awake me soon I came across, called it "God's boon." Someone twinkled like a little star in my gloomy-night, so far telling me, you are not alone; You are rising dawn. Someone jingled the bells of happiness like luminous-light after darkness zealous soul breaks the silence; pours down all love's essence. Someone accompanied in dark, shadowy hour made moments sweet and sour flames like eternal light;
puts me in limelight. Someone moved me ahead out of motionless - life I called it "wheel of life" balances in stony-way;
wishes my success in all prays.
Someone sprinkled colors Onto my blank canvas Paints all pleasure and piece; made me a "masterpiece". Someone livened up my colorless - creations through the vast-visions immortalized my emotions;
mobilized my notions. © Harsh Sharma
Colours in Life Life sans colours is unimaginable, dull and pale Colours are akin air, to survive hearty and hale Sunrise and sunset lilac, tangerine O' so divine. 'Neath turquoise skies a palette of colours is life. Accompanied by rainbow of joys, grey of sorrows to thrive Garden of life offers myriad hues from every angle Reflects and refracts as teal and blue in mother's bangles. Myriad hues of festivals, paints soul and mind happiest Splashing and sprinkling colors according to beholder's perception. Red deciphers anger, envy, wrath and love White is purity, peace, silence shrouded in mortcloth. Feelings of pink wrapped with green of hope Reap the abundance of green and calmness of blue Enjoy and play with each and live to fullest Dream of colours and tears shall dry. © Anjana Prasad India
GOGYOSHI River In the fit of meeting ocean The river forgot Her tributary streams, brooks and rivulets However fully mixed up in her They tickled her heart. © Subhaschandra Adhav India
THE PARROT AND THE MOOSE My first time in Port Harcourt, I spent the night with a Harlot And told my shame to the Parrot, Who, like Judas Iscariot, Sold me out for a mere piece of carrot. He took it straight to the airwaves, Up in the airways, Along the waterways And down the highways. I won a Laurel for my. book and showed my prize to the Moose To help me spread the news, But he had a load to chew. My fame, he barely ruminated upon And spoke my name to no one. Of my visit, to no one he told; His silence he treasures above gold.
Once I was bitter, Now I feel better, Knowing whom to tell my shame and whom to tell my fame.
© Samuel Oseyoma Onoseri