A wish for the sky…

Here are a some of my favorite poem collected from the Twitter #5lines hashtag during May. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do.

dreams now come
in a grainy black & white
silent film
leaving me searching
for the scene cards

- @darktimespoet

how wet
the water
on my lips
knowing the glass
is already broken

- @myearthgirl

Three whistles
from a mockingbird
a tchek
from a grackle
and silence

- @SueMiller3

summer approaches
if it isn’t here already
a fruit bowl
full of oranges
spills over

- @DavidHaiku

amazed
in this garden
of blooming words
my voice
still heard

- @yearning4d_sky

Oh, I
get it;
I just
don’t
want it

- @InVinceWil

is this the love song
of the stones or the stream?
do not toil
to know the shape of my words
let them sound in your heart

- @ThoseThr3Words

on this muddled may morning
filled with fog
even the gulls cannot tell
where they begin where they end

- @ten_ten_ten

lamplit room
the sound
of a slow spring rain
mumbling
in the eaves

- @moonflowernco

old men
like us
we know when to quit …
Fuji & i
we haven’t smoked in years

- @DavidHaiku

I always let the weekend
lap like a sea
at my mind’s bare feet
when it is nothing more
than a puddle on the sand

- @ldwilkinson

I can tell
by the roll
of your eyes
that you are sharpening
your tongue

- @ldwilkinson

Foggy spring day
ocean wave
shows the wilting beach grass
how to die
and be reborn.

- @SelkieWriter

seasons stilled
a red paper poppy
in memoriam
prayers for him
and his unborn son

- @carol_red

paper scrolls
wrapped around the heartwood
somewhere
in pine-scented shade
my tree of songs for you

- @ThoseThr3Words

Rusted bridge
tossing old thoughts
like bits of twigs
to watch the current
rush them away

- @stardirt

Hens squabble and squawk
pecking the dirt
for choice kernels–
my elderly neighbor
breakfasts with lady friends

- @stardirt

where
a bird
was -
the twig
quivering

- @forgottenworks

I sit in this space
and time
reading your lines
and retrieving myself
word by word

- @CoyoteSings

The elderly woman
in a wheelchair
to the toddler
in a stroller:
a wink from wheel to wheel

- @InVinceWil

the last of the past
the first of the future
my fingers
in the now
of the mountain stream

- @ThoseThr3Words

light beneath the dust
stories
recorded
in the grooves
of her face

- @ten_ten_ten

yesterday
the birds sang
as if
there were no tomorrow
just like always

- @moonflowernco

overcast skies–
the bright smiles
of 200 pounds
of fake dentures
glued to an art car

- @alotus_poetry

all the things
you think
you’re going to get done
(and then
a bird sings)

- @CoyoteSings

strangers
in our house
gawking
our eccentricity
for sale

- @morganabag

allowing
for moments
of pleasure and pain
this season’s
unseasonal rain

-@yearning4d_sky

She said
how much my poems
spoke of longing
and I said
they seek the life they sing about

- @sunilgivesup

I asked my heart
to explain to me
this wordless pain
She remained silent
as a glowing coal

- @KrisLindbeck

combed and carded
from the folds
of sleep…
the breath
of mountains

- @ThoseThr3Words

Even in
rush hour traffic
the Buddha
stops and starts
with ease

- @marcosarroyos

the dirt of the day
and the make-up that she wore
swirl in bathwater
gently, she places her thoughts
upon the horizon

- @DavidHaiku

dark sky
we wake an hour before
our creations
downstairs we make their lunches
this is when the day begins

- @DavidHaiku

summer breeze
I caught you before the rush
swinging
on the garden seat
listening to a robin

- @ThoseThr3Words

Broken
slightly “damaged”
and [not so] gently used
I will take you now: as-is, and
complete

- @InVinceWil

What did u gain
from yesterday’s dirty plates
wiped clean by sleep?
Which ones, cluttering your head today,
will u remember?

- @LostPoetsOffice

flipped pages
in gold leaf
this prosperity
drowning out
every word

- @wordblender

I hold this blade
a promise to cut
reason from foolishness
fallacy from fiction
truth divined

- @mwwise

neither rushing
nor walking
nor standing still
but vibrating softly in the currents
and waving at the ride

- @geaghant

i break to let
a black cat cross the road
just before the driving test
the instructor turns to ask
if i’m superstitious

- @cirrusdream

wingless day…
my poems crawl back
to me
with their heads
bowed

- @monkeywillow

The scent of quiet
surrounds me
as I sip the dark
slipping between
your words

- @marousia

and when the angel
barred my way back in
I searched my life
for any small gap
in the fence

- @forgottenworks

long after
I have burned out
some of these stars
will still be answering
my wishes

- @CoyoteSings

Grey squirrel
chatters noisily
from on high –
my mother
leaves a voicemail lecture

- @stardirt

that we love
like cobwebs
on the ceiling
no matter how many times
we’re brushed down

- @CoyoteSings

money
can’t buy you love
but love
can buy you
time…

- @CoyoteSings

the effortless glide
of two black-headed gulls…
each spring
it takes more time to set
this body in motion

- @cirrusdream

in full bloom
on her wedding day
is this the girl
whose diapers
i once changed

- @haikumonk

a white carpet
of sand
drinks my tears
as I walk back and forth
along the shore

- @ericcoliu

telling me
her aches and pains
my neighbor
stops, points
to the moon

- @forgottenworks

keeping the dream
alive
I can do it
with my eyes
closed

- @CostisDemos

I sleepwalk barefoot
along the muddy banks
of the river
listening to the lies
of the summer moon

- @NJBarico

Mockingbird
ends its evening praise
spell broken
I return to the world
of words and time

- @akigibbons

by the pond
orange blossoms
one by one …
eyes closed, our shadows
bend to the scent

- @carol_red

I drift off
beneath the willow
to a place
filled with giants
and toy guns

- @monkeywillow

I
a sliver
between water and sky
holding the moon
before the sun

- @wordblender

Sit here
on serif
of my language
and be eloquent
with me

- @ InVinceWil

I crave to be
the long-lost rhyme
bringing solace
to your loose
poetic ends

- @InVinceWil

Squinting
Inhaling
the filterless night
blowing out
constellations of relief

- @InVinceWil

refusal
love
that never was
lingers
just past the blade

- @wordblender

there was never
a muddy spring that
ran clear,
and this heart
is no exception

- @kujakupoet

please do not retweet
do not retweet
this poem
it was meant
only for you

- @NJBarico

he says i’m stubborn
my aged father
who refuses to admit
there are too many things
he can no longer do

- @cirrusdream

a candle
for lovers
poets
& wanderers…
the moon

- @monkeywillow

clenched in
my daughter’s hands
a fresh picked
Mother’s Day bouquet
Dandelions

- @cre8tivkj

We stand
like stones
as night descends
draping our shoulders
an indigo blanket

- @stardirt

poemglow
green moonwing
I’m dreaming
only of sadness
and sleep

- @morganabag

she tells me
my poems
don’t speak to her
I tell her
they must be shy

- @ldwilkinson

the weight
of silence
my thin hips bear
another
childless morning

- @myearthgirl

in the eaves
of my heart
the day ends
as it began…
cold spring rain

- @ThoseThr3Words

Moonshine on water
I lace my fingers
in wet light
dripping silver blue
as I drink my fill

- @mwwise

tonight
it is not the rhythm
but the sadness
of your latest poem
that plays over and over

- @ldwilkinson

an art
you mastered to perfection —
a blackbird
pretends to ignore me
until i turn towards him

- @cirrusdream

this day
i seek an understanding of sleep
as i fill with rain
fill with salt
corroding

- @HikiMadwoman

The day
slips me
in its pocket
and carries me
till midnight.

- @poemblaze

i write of the morning
as if
it comes only once
in the lifetime
of today

- @perlygates

A scar
is a dialogue
of repair
when the pain
is finally silent

- @InVinceWil

my children
are my light
even
on the
brightest day

- @_Cerridwen_

Time
sepias the
white of light and
curves linear things
into an evolution

- @InVinceWil

her hair
fell across his shoulder
leaving echoes
of time
in his ear

- @wordblender

I join
the drunken hobo
on the carousel
and listen to the music
of a thousand stars

- @NJBarico

versing concerns
about what
my tomorrow brings
made my future
tense

- @CostisDemos

Midnight lake
hazy with mist
the loon calls
to an absent mate
I too have known loneliness

- @stardirt

I tell my grandson
the world
is a scary place
he puts a piece of it
in my hand

- @CoyoteSings

the many ways
the wind breathes
into a plastic bag on the highway…
reminds me
that I too need to practice

- @alotus_poetry

spring dusk –
the river pauses
for a moment
to take the weight
of a swan

- @monkeywillow

Now
spring
serves us
shaved ice skies
our tongues cold and sweet

- @ten_ten_ten

in your absence
this frosty spring morning
it will have to do
the radiance and warmth
of laurel in the hearth

- @haikumonk

I’m trying to hear you
but outside the window
a yellow butterfly
big as a handkerchief
keeps blowing by

- @KrisLindbeck

Collecting garbage
plastic skin
covering our hands
we felt some stories
of desperately normal lives

- @Marousia

a feather
ink dipped
every letter
my story
of you

- @wordblender

Mulled Jacaranda
smeared
across my lips
you waste
nothing

- @demlips

Night comes
a little closer
always
a willing slave
to the past

- @akigibbons

in the attic
the dark beams are rough-hewn
one light bulb under twisting cobwebs shows
my rusting frame
my broken toys

- @HikiMadwoman

death smiles
flashing big yellow teeth
and asks, how are you?
I ignore him
and keep writing poetry

- @ericcoliu

her wings
knew
what to do
it was the rest of her
that was stuck

- @perlygates

Walking off
a hangover
squeaky flip flops
hiccupping
on the floor.

- @CyberBonn

the book you lent me
even after our breakup
how sweet
the chocolate fingerprints
at the corner of page 9

- @alotus_poetry

May arrives
racing her boat of wind
upriver
on two
bent paddles.

- @apwpoet

all shades of tulips
color this gray spring day
why then do i find it
so hard to rejoice
now that the enemy is dead

- @haikumonk

Home from the beach
we open our night window
to the wind that throws
the green waves
against the shore

- @KrisLindbeck

one by one
behind his eyes
the seams
of each memory
come unstitched

- @ldwilkinson

Revenge
and justice
wear the same clothes
so you cannot tell them
apart

- @CoyoteSings

the lilac blooms
by the gate
of the house
that’s no longer
there

- @moonflowernco

may day night
every television up and down the street
says the same words
after my walk
i shake shadows from my clothes

- @ten_ten_ten

how your thighs
have sweetened
since I kissed there last!
proof of your time
spent in the sun

- @kari91

Twilight plane
cleaving the sky
my world
before and after
you

- @akigibbons

Our blossoms
have met the sun
now we give ourselves
to the coming fruit
in that we meet our purpose

- @mwwise

May day
May day
May day
emergency
please send flowers

- @cre8tivkj

she traps the moon
in water
and sets the image free
to haunt
his nights

- @nimue_

under tree shade
the previous dreamer
forgot his dreams
where mine
linger now

- @CostisDemos

day and night
sides of a coin
only meet
along the twilight
of its rim

- @therisinsun

Are twisted,
are tangled…
the silence,
my tears
and your memory.

- @wordspalabras