Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Poetry

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Aging

By: James Aitchison Do not bind me withsocial rope orpublic scorn.What is me is eternal.I do not clingto my physical body.I seek the farpossibilities,the silence of the wise,the pure energy of self,the mind at peace.How long have I waitedfor my…

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‘Apparently’ and other poems

By DJ Tyrer Apparently Apparently(It’s always ‘apparently’As a straight ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is never given)Our block is no longer recyclingPerhaps because the residents never botheredTo sort trash properlyMixing recycling and rubbish togetherPerhaps because the workers were too lazyTo put the…

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The Urbanite

By: Bruce Levine Focused on the refrainElongated phrasesLines like the symmetryOf a skyscraperPiercing the airToward the sunCasting shadowsAlong the sidewalksCreating new patternsBent by the crosswalksOf other shadowsFrom other towersWith geometric precisionIn a profusionOf pathwaysRenewed and refreshedBy the cascading lightOf another…

wooden chair on a white wall studio

Walls

By: James Aitchison There are no wallsbetween life and the truthof your inner self.Eternal wisdom is yours now. The physical form of yourselfis not the finality. You do not have to wait until deathto see the truth beyond the obvious.Inner…

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Five Summer Haiku

By: Jim Bates Northern Lights glowingSoft waves shimmering like dreamsWaiting to come true. Morning rain fallingSoggy wet flower headsBend in silent thanks. Early morning lightFlowers nodding in the dawnSerene peaceful calm. Aunt and Uncle’s cabinOn a lake overflowingWith good memories….

Out of the Darkness 

By Taylor Dibbert He didn’t know That he’d need to Write his way Out of the darkness But when he Met her There was a lot That he didn’t know, A lot that He never considered. ### Taylor Dibbert is…

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Unbounded

By: James Aitchison The momentis here.While others weaveknots of resistance,you seek theeternal spirit within.Seek the truth,and in your sacrifices,gain peace.The late sea calls,and wisdom willcarry you far.

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‘Prime’ and other poems

By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall Prime I’ll lay amongst the sumptuous bunchPicking and pulling at it,Asking myself if it’s seasonedUnder swollen layers. How does it taste; ripeOr bittersweet?Enough for all your senses? I’ll yearn for you to devour it,Savor the…