Every so often at Random Musing of an Xinher there will be photos posted. The idea is to use those photos as inspiration for your own Haiku.
Play the Haiku Smackdown here.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Loud and Proud
Check out Poetry Slam, Inc the hot spot online to find out about places where you can see performance poetry and spoken word poets.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Read John Barthel
I wandered over to Freedom Melodies today and found a poem that really touched me. Filled to the brink with heartache, the words in this piece take on a life of their own. Let the poet know what you think about his work. Do you love it as much as I do?
Useless Requiem
Your Blog Manager,
Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Useless Requiem
Your Blog Manager,
Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The talent poet who blogs at Absorbed
suggested a site where our blogroll members can read about different forms of poetry. Check out Orca's Poetry Pages if you would like advice, hints and tips about writing poetry.
Your Blog Manager,
Sara from The Shores of my Dreams
suggested a site where our blogroll members can read about different forms of poetry. Check out Orca's Poetry Pages if you would like advice, hints and tips about writing poetry.
Your Blog Manager,
Sara from The Shores of my Dreams
Hello everyone.
The Blog Rodeo is underway at Aspiring Romance Writer.
Check it out and drop me a note if you enjoy your time at the Rodeo.
The Blog Rodeo is underway at Aspiring Romance Writer.
Check it out and drop me a note if you enjoy your time at the Rodeo.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Read Fenny
I was just over visting Fenny's Bla Bla Blog and found a lovely romantic poem she composed in response to The Writer's Island first prompt. She uses bold imagery to bring to life the bittersweetness of love lost. The poem is titled Brown Days, head over to her blog and check it out.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
group poem time again
These are fun. I love seeing all the different styles of our poets here. Add your three line addition to this poem.
The Walk by PWB poets
It's bleeding skin, visible sin-
a haunting and obvious chorus.
Weep for us, weep for us.
Toils in stone and dust, and
crimes of love and lust;
now scarlet gash binds us all
Memories faded, lives wasted
woven sins and joys infested
we tread along, we trudge alone.
in the hopes of the joys unknown
Wounds and burns still live on
still we tread along, we trudge alone.
to trudge along these shores ajar
baren woes, like smoothened pebbles
worry all that which carries no weight
worry none for the shores afar
First three lines by Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Next three lines by Nishant from Absorbed
Next six lines by Soham from The Soul and the Witness
Next four by Ben from Resonance of Reverberations
The Walk by PWB poets
It's bleeding skin, visible sin-
a haunting and obvious chorus.
Weep for us, weep for us.
Toils in stone and dust, and
crimes of love and lust;
now scarlet gash binds us all
Memories faded, lives wasted
woven sins and joys infested
we tread along, we trudge alone.
in the hopes of the joys unknown
Wounds and burns still live on
still we tread along, we trudge alone.
to trudge along these shores ajar
baren woes, like smoothened pebbles
worry all that which carries no weight
worry none for the shores afar
First three lines by Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Next three lines by Nishant from Absorbed
Next six lines by Soham from The Soul and the Witness
Next four by Ben from Resonance of Reverberations
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Join Our Blogroll
The idea behind this site is that if you link here then I will link back. After that I ask that you visit other sites linked here and comment on your fellow poets work as to offer them encouragment and to show how much we all appreciate that they are sharing their poetic vision online.
If you decide to join us, please leave a comment telling me so. That way I can add your name. If you linked to us and never got a link back, let me know.
If you decide to join us, please leave a comment telling me so. That way I can add your name. If you linked to us and never got a link back, let me know.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The Writer's Island Launched
I just wanted to make sure all our poets know that the new hot spot for poetry online launched today. Have you visted The Writer's Island today and checked out thier first prompt?
Head on over and support poetic expression in the blogosphere!
Your blog manager,
Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Head on over and support poetic expression in the blogosphere!
Your blog manager,
Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Call for Submissions
Donate a poem to charity to be used in a chapbook called Beth's Legacy. The money raised goes to benifit the children of a woman who was murdered by her ex-boyfriend.
Go to Musecrafters to read more.
Deadline for sending in a poem is September 30, 2007.
Go to Musecrafters to read more.
Deadline for sending in a poem is September 30, 2007.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Anna Williams
I'm proud to announce that one of our poets, the talented Anna Williams of Free Poems, has published a book of her poetry.
Her work is presented, on her blog, with the age she was when she wrote it listed with each piece. You can follow her life and her growing poetic abilities as you read her work.
To buy a copy of her book, titled Some of My Poetry But Not All of It, cruise on over here.
Congrats Anna for getting your work out there for the world to enjoy.
Her work is presented, on her blog, with the age she was when she wrote it listed with each piece. You can follow her life and her growing poetic abilities as you read her work.
To buy a copy of her book, titled Some of My Poetry But Not All of It, cruise on over here.
Congrats Anna for getting your work out there for the world to enjoy.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
A sense of community
A new writing site is going live on September 11th. The Writer's Island will post a prompt every Sunday and accept links to your work on every Tuesday, much like Poetry Thursday used to do.
Sounds like a great way to get to know more poets and share your work with others. I know I will be checking it out when it gets under way. Best of luck to The Writer's Island!
Your Blog Manager,
Sara
Sounds like a great way to get to know more poets and share your work with others. I know I will be checking it out when it gets under way. Best of luck to The Writer's Island!
Your Blog Manager,
Sara
Monday, September 03, 2007
A Group Poem
Unravel by PWB poets
Squalid residence
Drab and broken
Dirt crawled along the floor
The smell outdid itself with rank
The bedroom contained one bed
Sagging
Damp
Well-used and stained
Mould blackened her walls
Age seamed her creases
Dug around her eyes
The life etched hard
Embedded soul-deep
Within her hollow emptiness
A line died in a barren furrow
there were no miracles left
just a sense of loss waiting for us
in the curbed resonance
of whispering dust
and yes there was space
hiding crumpled in the wounded impulse
that died expressed as vermin
somewhere an owl screeched
in a museful denial of all
that was left merely unwritten
A spring’s breeze
carrying tiny whips of gleeful drops
brought in the devine scent of soil,
through the broken doors
tiptapped the rain..
while, the shimmering sky
peeked through the deshelved roof
a bizzare marvel - nature
took just a mere night,
to make a sight of a pique
a hint of tiny gemstone lay ready
to fall from corniced corner in
an iron-clad eye
deftly swept away under
her lashdripped cover
perhaps not to speak of but
to listen from faraway
melt back into the green earth
mulched underfoot
1-14 are from Voice from the void
15-25 are from Crimsonflaw
26-35 are from Sarayu from Hues of Thought
36-44 are from Miles Away
Squalid residence
Drab and broken
Dirt crawled along the floor
The smell outdid itself with rank
The bedroom contained one bed
Sagging
Damp
Well-used and stained
Mould blackened her walls
Age seamed her creases
Dug around her eyes
The life etched hard
Embedded soul-deep
Within her hollow emptiness
A line died in a barren furrow
there were no miracles left
just a sense of loss waiting for us
in the curbed resonance
of whispering dust
and yes there was space
hiding crumpled in the wounded impulse
that died expressed as vermin
somewhere an owl screeched
in a museful denial of all
that was left merely unwritten
A spring’s breeze
carrying tiny whips of gleeful drops
brought in the devine scent of soil,
through the broken doors
tiptapped the rain..
while, the shimmering sky
peeked through the deshelved roof
a bizzare marvel - nature
took just a mere night,
to make a sight of a pique
a hint of tiny gemstone lay ready
to fall from corniced corner in
an iron-clad eye
deftly swept away under
her lashdripped cover
perhaps not to speak of but
to listen from faraway
melt back into the green earth
mulched underfoot
1-14 are from Voice from the void
15-25 are from Crimsonflaw
26-35 are from Sarayu from Hues of Thought
36-44 are from Miles Away
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