In honor of National Poetry Month, I will post only works submitted by readers and friends this month.
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Submit ONE poem and include a link if you desire! You retain all rights to your work.
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Poem of the Month 
Title: Poison Ivy
She ruined you.
with all of patience
Slowly.
Her delicate words
And warm embraces
Consumed your passion,
left you hollow.
But you, unaware
begged.
Begged for more.
She laughingly obliged.
You disappeared, since.
Source: http://apriljournals.com/2011/02/15/poison-ivy/
Thank you, April Journals! You are our second submission! Your poem will be posted tomorrow, Day 3.
my hands were first loves and we never stopped dreaming of blurred joys a plastic world hurling itself in begging begging to be tensile to the latest disciple supple curls realized in throes along with the unyielding betting betting dear in hopes that we would never learn of anything harder while tools and glues tarried knowing the day for solution sauntered apiece with the horror ideal that well is not all and walls are but pretexts the limits of the stage and we are but playing little little do we get to apprehend until too too and ages later i’ve got mother dirt for you now some crocus blossom to thrust through your fertile folds of surface your tension better sundered and rude beauty as i was a plant once crawling blind from the surf to seek the attentive two have been everything and through the star stuff i’ve caught sight of other coined sides interim my will water filling as gravity lent and refracted by the wont this vessel demands and who am i to pull at the tiller i say as you say and neither captain and though works pray to be done we today are idols painted in each our image own we we retire to our corners pretending to have disagreed when a stone has but presented itself before the plow
“blurred joys”
-b
Thanks, B! Yours will be Day 5, tomorrow!
“Play Life’s Game”
When I am worried I cannot write
I think and worry about the kids each night
Yet so young and they think they are old
Big enough not to do what they are told
With each year they become so big
Always wanting to do their own gig
As a parent they will never know
How difficult it is to let them go
Why do you worry in this day and age
Each day they grow exploring another stage
Yet I worry all the time
Because I want to protect them as they are mine
So when does this pain go away or awful fright
That something may happen to them one night
When I was young I was just the same
So let them go to play life’s game
A Sort of Prayer
On rage-filled nights, I reinvent you, my god
And spew angry bile at your black-hole divinity.
Leave what is vile,
Absorb what calms
Like a wash of sleep after a nightmare.
Had I faith, I would pray – not to a formless void
That contains galaxies, but to all that is
Gentle in us.
And praying, re-awaken my spirit
From numbess, the distance of fear.
Teach me, o sky-faced god, to pray:
Teach me words that do not spin in futile orbits
Around the universe, but touch
What is best in me.
Thank you, Mukul! Your poem will be posted tomorrow!
Symphony of the Seasons
Spring’s song bursts forth in warbled note,
As woodland sports a light green coat.
Hot Summer hums and croaks and trills.
Her gentle breeze too quickly stills.
Crisp rustling leaves and wild geese call
Announce that Summer’s bowed to Fall.
As north winds howl and nights grow long,
Old Winter dreams of Spring’s sweet song.
Thank you for your submission, Sandra! Just a lovely ode to the seasons. It will be posted tomorrow!