Stanzaic Stylings

Ptsd Thoughts You should no longer harm me You shouldn't  get to win What you did to my body It surely was a sin I should no longer have to feel The pain from your actions Thoughts of you are just that Those thoughts are pure distraction I should be able to live my life Not live in constant fear Not wonder where you may be hiding Behind what corner you may leer Most often I find your memory It hides in simple things  Scents and words and certain touches What horrid memories they bring Its been so long, you should move on At least that's what they say Don't they get that I would If I could figure out a way? Though I know its just a thought Only a memory Again it feels so real Like you are there again reigning your rage down over me I've tried to tell myself  That it was ONLY unwanted sex But what you did that night has haunted me  As if I were put under some evil hex It is so difficult to go...

Rain in Mind There’s a storm in the cerebellum a move of angry cloud mixture across the frontal lobe, lightning in the mind so strong I have to stay home, curl in bed, and take medicine to feel somewhat almost not quite better. JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  He blogs at  jddehartpoetry.blogspot.com .

Image: Charly Kayle Facebook Page Image: Ocean Beach Land's End San Francisco by Joanne Olivieri Ocean Beach Absorbing the negative ions from  the rain at the ocean.    It's a magical atmosphere, like we're on the edge of the Universe  and can make time stand still,  manifesting a different world  when we step back into life again.  Such promise in the air!

A Writer At Heart in my new book Quietude.  Available on: Createspace Amazon Kindle A Writer At Heart Words Emotional expressions inherent deep within spirit. Passion are these words undeniably expressed, shared, proclaimed in stanzaic precision. The writer Sensitive, intuitive feelings arise, awaken born from within depths of the soul. A soul unknown if not for their words. Ego revisited firmly understood and happily embraced. The writer paints words with a knowing of authentic self creatively expressed. Memories, dreams Parade the mind As streaming videos. These visual scenarios Breathe life into the heart And have no choice But to be reborn. Reflections A glimpse into the heart where the writer resides words a mirror to the soul. A soul which lives Within the mind without fear. The heart pumps words through the veins never missing a beat. The writer writes to a differen...

Brave Soul Speak when your voice shakes Love even though your heart breaks Walk even if at first you stumble Stand tall even when you have every reason to crumble. Hope even when you think there's nothing left Wipe away your tears even after you've wept Love even after your heart has been broke Make the most of each day, for you have been blessed and awoke. (C) 2016 Desiree Cady

Leanne Neill is a company director, domestic goddess, mother of three, and a self-confessed composer of words.  She has twenty-three years of experience in public libraries and local government. In May 2016, she started her poetry inspired Facebook page: LUST for WORDS. She lives in Melbourne, Australia

"Sensual Magic" Wild flame Burning slow Blistering my soul Thick skin Fragile heart Strange love The stranger the better Creatures baying Through the night Tangled bodies Thrust Musk and sugar Fill the air with Sensual magic Something so precious Illuminating spirit So familiar You belong  Here With me ©James Dennis Casey IV James D. Casey IV is a published author of two poetry books: ‘Metaphorically Esoteric’ & ‘Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine.’ He is also working on his third under the title “Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins” that is expected to be published within the next few months. Mr. Casey’s writings have been published in international ezines and on several websites. Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, Realistic Poetry International, and Poetry Super Highway have him listed in their poet archives as well. You can find links to his books, social network profiles, and other projects on ...

Stars in the Southern Sky ~ A Quatern There are stars in the southern sky Smiling as the full moon floats by. Hear my voice on the summer breeze, Sweet songs drifting across the seas. The world keeps spinning, do or die. There are stars in the southern sky. The candle flickers, growing old. Starkness of winter blowing cold. My days get shorter, wracked with pain In this deluge of freezing rain. There are stars in the southern sky, Hidden by clouds as angels cry. Watch as I defy gravity, Set free from this purgatory. And when I twinkle, you’ll know why There are stars in the southern sky. Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016 January 19, 2016 Written in memory of Glenn Frey of The Eagles… inspired by one of my favorite of their songs, “Seven Bridges Road.” _________________________________ BIOGRAPHY: Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia ...

I Want A Writer's Block A real writer's block.  After I'm finished writing, I could run and skip down streets with all the other writers on the block. Compare notes, exaggerate and have fun. Another good one would be a crystal block on which the great master works are contained. Stick it in a pocket and read it with my fingertips.  Why strain my vision? How about this?  A big block of ice cream oozing pass throat filled with inspiration. Or a chocolate block made from creamy images. I want a writer's block.  Any or all of the above. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Three Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work.  Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she ha...

Minuet of the Ice Fairy Ravens sing in a shrill harmony soaring above a scarlet fiery pyre. Sprite-lings flying dodging flakes; seeking boughs of red cedar cover Ice faeries waltz a loving minuet on a clear ice crystal snowflake. goblins dressed in Easter attire; soft kisses with lemonade pouts, awaiting many passionate desires as love of a cherished mystics soul. Whilst opaque diamond stars weep during that icy passionate dance, crimson blood shall rise and steep flashing tease of an ocular ellipse. Peeking full moon in pastel clouds edge of a gnome's rapaciousness inhale a pinkish twilight sun-dog, dance a Minuet with the Ice Fairy. (CTU Anthology Poetic Shadows: Ink and the Sword) Biography: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from New Hampshire, now living in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. H...

The Line of Yearning at Devon Coast *for H Waves of ephemeral length beat over a fog faced February — loud voices of winds mix with rising dust. Night mouths ad libitum in the habitat hours of enveloping dark — ruffling over the shore, three seagulls sleep on a bed of beige sand. The descent downhill full of empty shadows — seismic waves shiver vacantly, below in the damp. Brief Biography: Sneha Subramanian Kanta resonates with ghettos, writing from the margins among several nuances in the manufacturing of otherness. Her work is forthcoming in Fallujah Magazine, Serendipity, Erstwhile Magazine, Thumb Print Magazine and the first print anthology of Peacock Journal (Little Red Tree Publishing). A recipient of the prestigious GREAT scholarship, she is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in the United Kingdom. Write to her on  s.sneha01@yahoo.in

Block Me Not Pieces of my notebook paper  lie scattered on the floor  Trying to write a poem but  nothing comes to my mind  The words in my head go in  circles without making sense  This time the writer's block  doesn't want to leave  I went to the kitchen  to brew some nice hot coffee  It's  3 a.m.  and I'm still  totally and completely awake My only companion, my  annoying cat sitting on my lap  I turned on the television,  but nothing was there either  Just those constant brain-  washers and bad news  Back again to my notebook  armed with my pen in hand  Ready to leave a piece of my  heart and soul in every word  The battle goes on and this  writer's block will not win. (Initially published on The Poet Community) Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys...

Chihuly Unleashed by Joanne Olivieri Happy Valentines Day everyone. My Love Sense poem which appears in my new book Quietude  https://www.createspace.com/6903990 My Love Sense Love  speaks in silence the unconditional stanzaic interlude between heart and soul. Never wanting always waiting to give freely and openly. Love does not see color nor stereotypical ego branded persona. As spirit seer pure love accepts all with understanding and patience. Love hears beyond sound soft whispers of heartstrings playing in rhythm the quiet song - a deafening simplicity defining uniqueness to authentic self. Love tastes the sweet n sour of daily imperfections savoring the bitter with the sweet. The perfect blend providing nourishment for the heart digesting the mix. Love smells indifference and recoils at the nauseous self righteous stench of the arrogant yet embraces the empowering odor of forgiveness - a scent of healing. Love touches softly ...