Categoría: poetry
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«Metamorphosis» by Zewayé
«Metamorphosis» by Zewayé A tender egg was laid the minute I let youSlip through the doorway of my thoughts.Your words began to sprout and grow—Like a seed you carefully brought. Your lies began to taint my mind,Corrupting all I used to know.Unwittingly, I fed that plant,Believing love was what you…
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We Were Talking About Where to Go for Lunch by Gerald Yelle
I couldn’t help thinking we were wasting time, but my brother wanted to show me this glow stick he found. It had a different color for each segment corresponding to the colors of the rainbow –a rainbow glow stick. When you tossed it in the air it fanned out, unfolded…
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Cinnamon Eclipse by Paul Tristram
… something happens when you smile, you give a ’Light’ and a ‘Feeling’, that’s quite ‘Addictive’ in itself, it’s the front-end of curious, for sure. Remember when we both agreed no ‘Always’ and ‘Forevers’, that instead we’d concentrate on ‘Now’, filling every nook and cranny of it with everything which…
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The Light At The End Of The Tunnel by Lynn White
They all said the same, that the light at the end of the tunnel had been switched off. She didn’t believe it. Who would do such a thing? So she went in search of it wended her way along the long dark tunnel until she saw it just a speck…
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“Into the unknown” by Ritu Negi
“Into the unknown” by Ritu Negi Jittering heart and sweating palms,Out of the box, both my legs and arms,Over the top, into exile I jump,Insomniacally, snoozing all my alarms. What’s the picture?Where is the map?Where are you going,What if it’s a trap? With the weight of these questionsand doubt of…
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«I Am All About The Being, Human» by Kritika Tanvi
«I Am All About The Being, Human» by Kritika Tanvi The rich state of being they carryThe raw beauty vibrating in the stillnessAnd the rooted stillness is the armorThey wear to grow with their naturally crafted thin layer of airWhose roughness smoothens the skinBringing the glowing shine to lifeFrom toddler…
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A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Hint of Growth Aches the Bones One red rose plucked from ethersignals from sirens and gracklesswift, swirling wind in your eyesa forecast of crystalline ebb Ticktock patterns plastered greenshaman feathers and corkscrew circlesshapes in form born of theoryfirst inclination of evening apples Heard the whisper piercing vortextornado kissing petrol stationspinning…
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«Lies» by Navin Bhansali
«Lies» by Navin Bhansali Not a friend, nor family,Nor anyone else—It was always me,The one who lied to myself. Telling myselfI didn’t deserve the love I received.But tell me—How much self-worth do you needTo simply exist? Living in my mind,Finding faults,I learned to survive quietly—In the tsunami of illusionsNurtured by…
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Presenting Three Poems by Pat Alderman…
Do Gooders When the do-goodersand crusadershave excess time and energythey seek new venturesto share their zeal and vision. Sun’s Dichotomy As the sun ascendswhat was once gentleand comfortingbecomes harsh and demandingrequiring choices we wish wedid not have to make. Tired leaves Leap or reluctantly tuggedsome fall directly belowothers twirl, pirouettesoar,…
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«Dead Letter Drop» by Lynn White
«Dead Letter Drop» by Lynn White Once the words sprang off the pageslike the green shoots of springeager to be greetedeager to be read.That was before the winter chillfroze theminto remnants.Tattered pages,empty envelopes and empty wordsas worn and shrivelledas our love became.Dead.Or almost dead.But I cannot quite let them go,cannot quite let us goso I’ll…
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«Women of the Sun » Sheila Henry
«Women of the Sun » Sheila Henry Like chocolate, you are createdin various shades of brownfrom caramel to deep dark dark. Your beauty stuns,you are perfectly madeand your posture is REGAL You are Mother Earth.From your hips came all of mankind.Between your thighs life began. Your bosom is a source ofnutrition…
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«What They Don’t See» by Winnie
«What They Don’t See» by Winnie I have carried the burdens of manystacking them with my ownladened with a ball and chainwhile lost in a thorny labyrinth I have emptied others’ eyes of their tearsdrank their glasses laden with sadnessyet mine flowed in invisible rivuletssteeping myself to sleep I have soothed their…
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When the Sun Sets on Minimum Wageby Khaley Dela Rama
When the Sun Sets on Minimum Wageby Khaley Dela Rama The sun sinks behind the rusted gate,gold spilling on backs bent and sweating.We clock out when the streetlights flicker,coins rattling like loose promises in our bags. The jeepney waits, half full —our pockets are emptier still.The city murmurs of dreams…
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ECILA by Scott Thomas Outlar
The subtle difference between cattle prods & pinpricks in the fields, folds, & waves of sciatic ocean dualistic flashing codes break down to fractions & pie golden ratio beholden through visceral visions, blinks, & signs nostalgic troubadours still rock that wayfaring style a lick for the lesion a cut for…
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«An Anxious Soul in Love» by Rubia Navajas
«An Anxious Soul in Love» by Rubia Navajas Salty summer rain by the beach.Soaked and drenched by my tears.Grey skies always out of reach,mocking my every fears. Shivers trail my skin.Haunted by the looming years,always cloaked in sin.Among the crowd, my soul blurs. Yearning for those quiet nights.Your steady breath,…
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TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by Anjetta (Anjie) Williams-Brown
To thine own self be true, Make sure you know what to do Never agonize over the situation, Just remember the rule of truth, To thine own self be true. Friends may sympathize, But they can never realize, Friends can lend a shoulder to cry on, But they can…
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