existence poems

New Year's Resolutions – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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I don’t make them
They just become fragile and break
I’ll just continue on
Maybe we’ll meet for whiskey or tea
Or both
Perhaps a meat pie at the pub
I gave up eating red meat mostly
Those meat pies though
I’m never quite sure what kind of meat is in there
Could be tofu dressed up and congealed in mashed potatoes
While we’re at it
No reflection either
We should be like our pets
New day
Food in the bowl
Drink water
Go for walks and take beautiful naps

I Am the Sun – A Poem by Zachary Koplan

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“I will hang up on you if you keep breathing like that,”
I interrupted you, as you complained that
you can’t stop eating candy for breakfast and salad for dinner.
Other times, I wished that I believed in energy,
or felt sad because I know,
one day, people will look at my brother and say,
“His money makes decisions for him.”
But each dark day, one of my favorite puddles is refilled,
respectable as a new Bible,
waiting for the Sun to start bloodletting.

24 Frames a Second – A Poem by Stan Morrison

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a blink of an eye at 24 frames a second
endless flickering of a splendid hologram
revealing a universe totally out of order
a constantly growing round peg
battling a fast shrinking square hole
pat answers don’t fit any questions
an endless array of mistaken notions
an amalgamation of borrowed ideas
struggling to justify the ways of man
24 frames are mere images
fading on exposure to light

Juggernaut – A Poem by Ishani Srivastava

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The wind picks up grains of sand,
Lets them dance
For a while
And idly watches them fall
To the ground
While greys and dank blues
Flow in the sky.

The sand watches too.

She keeps her shoulder to the wheel
And toils on
Through the unrest
Little regard for those lying, discarded, in her wake
As if they were ants.

The ants toil on too.

None who try
Can stop the Juggernaut.
But if they looked away
Would it choke, shrivel and die?

Rhino Garden – A Poem by JD DeHart

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A tree, the color of ash, root system
like the humped back of a massive
slow-moving creature, decorating
a small circle of sidewalk, a space
at the bottom large enough to hide
a baby basket inside

Beyond, the truck parked, the shop
opening, a fresh layer of dogwood
blossoms and a campus bell ringing
but no one is taking notes right now

People stand idle in early morning
circles as if their bones are rustling
breaking away the ice of hibernation
many of their fellows still hidden
beneath the cloth of warm sheets.

More at https://jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com.

Thee & Me – A Poem by Paul Tristram

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We are not made from the same mould.
Our scars and tattoos do not match up…
only our hands,
clasped determinedly against the word,
by our ‘Stronger Together’ sides.
Your compassion and my empathy
go together
like midnight campfire beer and cigarettes.
… and it’s hard not to notice
that the forest wind
always drives around
yet, never between us.
I have a Tinker’s mandolin for a heart
whilst the depth of the entire ocean
is eclipsed by your logical mind.
You are the safety catch
to my double-barrelled emotions.
I am the twilight lightning
which cracks and ignites
the touch paper
of your sweet, passionate abandonment.

More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

Man of the Suburbs – A Poem by Ian Fletcher

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For better or for worse
like most of us I suppose
he considers himself to be
the center of the universe.
Yes, with his wife and kids
steady job, detached house
and paid-up pension scheme,
everything’s absolutely fine
in his trivial suburban life
all going to plan we can see
from what he posts online.
He worships no deity
fears no kingdom come
and seems quite serene
when all is said and done
living in the here and now
his comfortable existence
sufficing for immortality.
Yet, one day this smug man
too will succumb to time
and though a few might weep
perfunctory tears for a while
at the well-attended funeral
in a generation not a soul
will remember he has gone.
Then, his only trace may be
the frozen Facebook page
on some forgotten database
where his final profile pic
will grin inanely on and on.

And Then – A Poem by J.K. Durick

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We fall through the cracks,
disappear; invisible folks,
our story becomes so thin
it slides between the pages
of the book they’re writing,
marginal at best, fading away
drifting, jetsam afloat, adrift,
some derelict debris, down,
forgotten, so forgettable,
and then we blur, we become
background, some shadows,
we’re easy enough to forget,
we recede, weaken, dwindle,
we wilt, wither, shrivel away,
fail expectations, diminishing
returns, get to play out, pay out,
live this quietly, out of their way,
and then, and then, finally, we…

Artificial – A Poem by Gareth Culshaw

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In this light the shadows
walk away from me

then turn back,
after I’ve gone.

I don’t look my years
out here in the dark.

The trees lie on the floor
before jumping up

as if they don’t want me
to know they sleep
lying down.

The colour has been sucked
away by the sun

leaving cloaks to wear
and hoods to pull up.

In this light the shadows
walk away from me.

I take a glowing nozzle
in my hand, entering each patch
to see what I’ve known
is now gone.

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