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Hello Everyone,
I invite you all to my brand new poetic collaboration, On The Way. You can write anything that is inspired by the prompt, I am only accepting new poetry at this time. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here. Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until December 11, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!
She stumbled on sunshine
that peeked through grey clouds,
on the way home.
poetry by Neha
forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com
Following the path
I knew I was on the way
Toward better days
poetry by Dorinda Duclos
dorindaduclos.com
On the way
to a better life
she found herself
By Denise Fletcher © 2017
I dashed through dandelions
Scattering seeds, to dainty fall
Each a wish; wanting them all
poetry by Diana
Sometimes you’re leaving
In order to find the way
That’s leading you home
Poetry by Erika Kind
erikakind.me
on the way down
dandelions and daisies
distracted David’s day
Poetry by Brad V
On the way to something so beautiful
He stopped and took her by the hand
And they continued on together
poetry by Sylvester
syl65.wordpress.com
surrendering all
these human shells transforming
diaphanous wings
flying in the massive sky
towards heaven’s pristine gates
distant tolling of church bells
poetry by Dorna Hainds
Madasahatter572.wordpress.com
Words sometimes get lost,
on the way from Creativity,
the Destinations get crossed,
as Inspiration is quite finicky,
but Poetry always gets the best,
maybe Fantasy, and Passion, too;
yet Lyrics, and Fiction take the rest,
leaving Bloggers to make do,
with whatever scraps they can find,
to get published by the deadline,
and I’m left wanting more,
I know my writing isn’t Pure,
it’s tainted with Pain and Misery,
from a bloody Bitter history,
Darkness, Agony, and Woe,
follow me wherever I go,
but it seems along the way,
Hope and Resilience,
decided to stay,
which makes a difference,
words are harder to find in the Light,
Happiness and Joy jumble my thoughts,
and I often find I miss the Night,
for there, words are never at a loss,
on the way from a freshly Broken heart,
their structure alone can rip you apart,
when they’re spewed from lips of Rage,
the heat and fire burns down the stage,
the audience gives standing Ovations,
yet they’re so Impatient,
demanding an encore,
and I become a desperate whore,
Lost between Pain and Love…
Poetry by Grabbety Covens
grabbetycovens.wordpress.com
On Being A Soldier
A neophyte he was commissioned
In the elite forces
The glamour and glistening,
The perfect touch of the olive green
Was all so beckoning…
Little did he foresee
A cruel distortion of the valley;
A violent paradise!
After being on the qui vive
Amongst nameless faces
Garbed in camouflage battle fatigues
Watching the crowd gingerly
For hours together…
Fighting off the monotony
With vacant eyes,
Plastic expressions
And abandoned thoughts
That old confident strut and swagger
Has returned.
Poetry By Ranjeeta Nath Ghai
https://atrangizindagieksafar.com/
Wait for Me
On the way,
memories lunged
from dark corners.
I fought that fight with my heart –
and on the way
I set free brooding angels willing to leave
the darkness’ sticky hold –
and I
saw the light shine on you,
I cried when you basked in its hope
and new possibilites –
but you didn’t know I could see.
On the way,
when daylight rained down and howling,
treacherous gales forced their way –
I endured them.
From now on we will decide
where the leaves
will fall, and if the sun comes again,
it will shine where we say –
then it will always shine, on the way…
to you.
Poetry by Anita Lubesh
https://writingasitcomes.wordpress.com
A Poem is like a walk
A walk inside my mind
In all its nooks and crannies
where I’m storing the sunshine
Every time I revisit a corner
a drop of creativity falls through
The brilliant thought paves the ways
and the words show me the way through
The stroll through the darkest thoughts and feelings are too scary
Everyone wishes to skip the way
Not the face the way the way it is
The path has its twists and turns
It is easy to get lost in them
Delightful as it may sound
Hurt, pain, and anxiety are quietly taking shelter here
A burst of happiness and joy will sometimes pop up
Gives you the relief and strength to make the journey
Pluck a smile here and there
And make your life a little perky.
As exhilarating as it may sound
Be warned before you want to restart
Are you ready to relive
all the hurt and pain of the past
A walk in my mind is not so easy as it seems
It allures you to enter without the feeling of being seen.
Poetry by Megha
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/what-is-a-poem/
On the way
I found myself
I had lost myself
On the way
Yet when I found
Myselfe again
I was renewed
Transformed
Better than before
Because sometimes
When we lose oursleves
We learn our way
Again
As we are on the way
Then
When we find ourslevs
We are better
Because we gained
Wisdom and understanding
On the way
Poetry by Pete Gardner
()
Somewhere on the way
between heaven and earth
where life forces are shaped
and destinies intertwined,
two souls prepared for a mix
of earth, wind and fire,
bursting into a crimson helix
that would become a love
pure and untainted,
Carefully stored away, it waited
ready to be activated when eyes met
and an unspoken unbreakable bond
began to suddenly take shape.
Poetry by https://thoughtsparkweb.wordpress.com/
On the way to my centre,
I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,
Witnessed all too late,
The many dimensions I had yet to see
Leaked my identity
Through black on white,
The only language I speak.
Semantics, connotations of my poetry
Underscores and solidi, mark how I,
Identify, mark, group and divide
The makings of my golden mind
There’s the world, how I understand it
Then everything else, in no particular order
On the way, to unravelling me
Their misstep was assuming what they see
Comes from what I write, these are words
That bear shape in thought form,
Incising and making themselves known
Naturally, through this platform, put simply
What you read is a memory
Stirred in a dish as I wish,
I’ve written, been writing, will write
Tremor-inducing pieces
On the way to making infinity
Finite.
– Original-Dante ©2017
On the road
The dotted white line
Stretches ahead forever
Poetry by Ana Daksina
Sun knows who deserve to have the shadow and who don’t…
Poetry by:
The words free fall into the abysses of time
Each a mark of love, life, passion strife.
Yours and mine.
Poetry by: Komal Gupta@tejaswiniaura
tejaswiniaura.wordpress.com
On the way
To another day
Distracted by
Words at play
I wonder why
On the way
A new sunrises
The wise advises
Nothing new
But still so true
On the way
We make friends
It depends
On definition
Gained by repetition
On the way
Michael Romani on behalf of
https://alohapromisesforever.com/
On the way
From here to there
I went astray
Where the path
Branched
Following a thought
That led to a question
That invited exploration
That took me down paths
That carried me further
And further away
From where I meant
To be.
I got lost
On the way there
And found
Myself in
Another here.
copyright Margaret Mair, December 2017
Blog: https://mairimages.wordpress.com/interesting-things/