Hitting The Hay

by Vince Gullaci

Wake me up
in May...

Cold (6) 3 HM

by Maher

The wind floats far from it's resting place
in search of warmth to rise again...

The Muster

by Vince Gullaci

Weaving through
the gum trees...

A poem with no beginning and no ending (4) 2

by Mark Rawlins

... then after the violence
and after the dying...

Midnight mirrors (1) 1

by TheMask

This desolate night
White puff balls float down...

Memory (1)

by TheMask

This desolate night
Clear cold stars float down...

Grandfather's Hands (6)

by Larry Chamberlin

My grandfather owned a farm in Ireland;
he was everything to that land...

Mine (1) 1

by Beautiful Chaos

I can't forget you
That secret spot in my mind...

Me wonders through the Years (3)

by Everlasting

Me wonders how the years
have been flying with no wings...

Remnants of my Forefathers (6) 5 WIN

by Daisy if you do

I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning...

Apology# 002

by Fredy RoMa0u Sanchez

Among other things he  once failed to...
Is...

Reality (acrostic).

by Poet on the Piano

Running on
empty perspectives...