By Laura Fox | Featured Contributor
She sleeps
Beneath a stone
With pallid lips sealed tight.
But when come shades of night
Then forth, alone,
She creeps.
Her wan
And ghastly frame
Should, ages since, be dust –
Yet, after death, she must,
Despite the same,
Live on.
By Brittny Lee | Featured Contributor
Trees still grow
Flaming crimsons and candy apple greens
On a street where she loved
and lived and sang with the stars
Her dream consumed her
A temptress all in white
Blush red among alabaster cheeks
becoming love tumbling down hills with her dream
Heart beating vital blood
Tendons stretching and breaths coming out in rasps
She reached her goal
By Prabhu S. | Featured Contributor
A breathtaking fire burning
Amidst a universe of darkness;
Yet conquers all the hatred
Fueled by true sadness.
A beautiful river flowing,
Amidst a desert of depression.
Yet conquers the heart,
Immortal of repression.
Dear Friends—Happy October! This week, I again open up PhoebeMD.com for another networking event. I originally started this on PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry as a dedicated time for bloggers to come together to share their work, make new connections, and expand their blog audiences. In short: a chance to promote yourself and your blogs. This is your time to shine!
The guidelines are simple (but please follow them):
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