Zeera Star Poems
Remembrance
Cold in the earth"”and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing... more
Poet: Emily Bronte rating:  Another Night
Coherance emersed in acid
lying empty on a street corner
cars screech past
the clones ramble on to eachother
my legs are jelly
and my head wishes for a feeling of wonder...
i remember... more
Poet: Jen Doe rating: Baby Of My Baby
Baby of my baby
child of my girl
You are the sweetest part
of my departing youth
A grandchild
a baby girl
a new chapter
added to my life
You've added
a new feeling
an emotion
I've never... more
Poet: Joan Serratelli rating: A Child's View On Death
They would always ask why,
They wanted to know why so many people had to die.
They would always ask one by one,
Why do my friend always carry a gun?
How come someone has to die?
Why do we... more
Poet: Courtney B Chiles rating: Sitting Alone
Sitting alone
I realize how much I miss you
I always knew I would
But sitting alone
Really brings it home
That my baby's gone for good.
Can I remember
The first time you said my name?... more
Poet: Devon E Mattys  rating:
This Morning
I was awakened by a familiar aroma
of hair shampooed the day before
And by skin so vibrant
it penetrated both of my eyelids
Until I had to open them
to see your magnificent smile.
Doctors... more
Poet: Callie Blake  rating: 
Road Trip
Went to see my third cousin-
twice
removed
(Removed, I ask, from what?)
License Plate Game
soon repels my interest
and the rolling marshmallows overhead
graced the sky with a dreamy... more
Poet: Cole Libros rating: A Wooden Instrument
I
Swift flute swirls
evoke the weighted breath of a forest night
spent meditating with playful awareness.
Floating rings from this birth canal of carbon
integrate a quieted mind
into the... more
Poet: Tom Goss rating: Dove Hunting
I was talking with a friend who was
a gospel preacher and he informed me
that he enjoyed going dove hunting
in Lordsburg.
I found the symbolism of that situation
quite ironic.
He failed to... more
Poet: Max Bouillet rating: A Morning Glory Story
underneath the morning glory's heart shaped leaf of green,
near to where the hummingbird for a moment can be seen,
there, where well dressed ladybugs spend summer's last long day
the shade is... more
Poet: Mary Ellen Smith rating:
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