May 2011 #5lines Showcase

May 12th, 2011

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

3 Responses to “May 2011 #5lines Showcase”

  1. Youll notice that some poems featured here are polished when compared with others. Im not sure that a poet is ever done with a poem – even after it appears in print.Thanks for dropping by my little corner of the internet.

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  2. @CoyoteSings says:

    Excellent collection. As always, you have such a fine eye for poetry. I am honored to be included. Namasté.

  3. morganabag says:

    Wonderful choices. I keep wanting to reweet them. Thanks for including me.

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