Category Archives: Poems

Poetry. Floetry. Everyone has an opinion about what makes a poem a poem. Whether traditional, modern or urban … short or long … good or bad … we all may think differently. I am open, saying YES to all its many forms (Free Verse, Haiku, Acrostic, Cinquain, Limerick, Sonnet, Blank Verse etc.) as you shallContinue reading “But does it rhyme tho?”

My father had one arm, the other cut off by a tractor. Walking home from the hospital alone, at age twelve, (his parents could spare no one from the farm) he said to himself, ‘No one will chose Bill for their baseball team.’ Cut off, just like that. This first week of COVID-19 limitations: PostponingContinue reading “AMPUtation”

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—inContinue reading “Alone”

The Empowered Woman, she moves through the world with a sense of confidence and grace. Her once reckless spirit now tempered by wisdom. Quietly, yet firmly, she speaks her truth without doubt or hesitation and the life she leads is of her own creation. She now understands what it means to live and let live.Continue reading “The Empowered Women”

I’ve never made a fortune, and it’s probably too late now. But I don’t worry about that much, I’m happy anyhow And as I go along life’s way, I’m reaping better than I sowed. I’m drinking from my saucer, Cause my cup has overflowed.  Haven’t got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going’s toughContinue reading “My Cup Has Overflowed”

Role Play: Written by Maria Etre “I”  am  probably  “You”  in someone else’s story

Equilibrium: Written by Try Karma never comes or goes its always consistent always with in vision vicious with conviction one soul mission to keep balance with malice with in each citizens chalice

America’s Marathon Continues!

“There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly?”  Erin Hanson aka The Poetic Underground 2020 – – Happy New Year! – – 2020