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This is a place where ppl. can go and vent there feelings. because alot of us have no one to talk to? the world is a lonley place,so all of you poets that are so critical of others work? remember when? we were all lonley at one time and thats an emotion that i think all of us can do without. poets of urbis continue to write your feelings on paper if no one else will listen I will! I lend you my ear and shoulder to lean on! Iam strong and I know you are to? You just need someone to hear your c...

As the perils of life unwind the present becomes the past the future becomes the present we know not what tomorrow brings always hoping for the best things to happen. Then there is fate something we see as inevitable mentally unapproachable or even destiny along comes karma it’s everywhere you’ve been and everywhere your going to be. Are these the patterns of the universe unraveling, or are they as simple as a kiss on the cheek, a walk through a park, holding hands with your lover? We do not ...

Poets in the Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On a midsummer night the poets come out to write, about feelings of heartache and of futures so bright. Some write of happiness, some write of despair. Some are unhappy and just unaware. Their minds are open to what there is to come or just to sit and chat and have a little fun. So when you’re lonely or feeling blue I hope this idea is something for you. Join a poetry chat, meet new friends. It’s fulfilling for me from beginning to end. ~~~...

This is not a journal or a poem just words on paper saying how I fell seeing if in my mind the shadows are so real. Waking from a nightmare it seems, knowing now why my stomach's upset remembering the subject of my dream how life changed for me by just the mutter of a word, the lights going out because of what I just heard, my thoughts in a frenzy knowing not what to say picturing in my mind with whom you spent your day I'ts only a fantasy or a form of reality that's here to stay? The time I'...

life is like a season, ever changing going from last years bitter cold winter to the hot sultry days of summer to the nice cool breeze of autumn but lets not forget spring with all its vibrancies waiting to come alive again after hibernating through the freezing abyss of January flowers will bloom, grass will grow a new beginning for some others unable to see the beauty of a gentle evening shower as we sit on the porch and swing in the middle of may eyes closed from the interference of emotio...