Categoría: poetry
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I Look Up at the Moon and Wish by Precious Magdaleno
I Look Up at the Moon and Wish by Precious Magdaleno the silence of absenceplays again its harmony,i listened to it carefullyundisturbedplacidly quietyet slowly witheringfleeting in misery,i who did not die is in its darkest hueagainanother soul bids adieu,now all alonetracing weaves of regretfor all the words left unsaid,the time…
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«A Morning’s Walk» by Nolo Segundo
My wife and I walk every morning,a mile or so–it’s good for us old to walk in the cold,or in the misty rain, it makes less the painthat old age is wont to bring to bodieswhich once burned bright with youth,though now I wear braces on ankles,braces on knees, and…
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«Fly Me Somewhere» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux
«Fly Me Somewhere» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux Fly me somewhere But not on the moon Fly me somewhere Where we can share All the sweet thoughts we can think of Our childhood memories Our long-lost love. Fly me somewhere Very far away Fly me somewhere With a mix of…
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«When Luna Got Stuck Over Milwaukee» by Floyd Largent
The Moon gave up her fightAgainst her mother EarthOne day above Milwaukee,And there she strayed for good. For one value of «for good.» Some say she liked the beer,Or just the pure Wisconsoness,But truth to tell, the moonForgot the tides that year. She was watching fishermen. Threads of morning fogOn…
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My Heart by Bernadette Gagtan Driza
My Heart by Bernadette Gagtan Driza Do hearts age?Did my heart age?Faded like a pageWrinkled as the days passedExhausted as it beats fastDid my heart ageAs the love cannot be savedWhen goodbye is just around the cornerAnd every thing gets darker Did my heart age? *image, copyright free from Pexels Author’s…
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«I Am a Plate Killer» by Keith Snow
not like a grisly gangsterordering a hit on a bitter rivalor like Greeks finding Kefipieces cracked against the wall.“Opas” ringing in the airor smashing them in a fitof uncontrolled rage. I kill plates accidentallypiling too many in the dishrack or finding one mysteriouslycracked in the cupboard orknocked off the counterby…
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Poetry Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera Presents: «The Black Poplar», A Poem by Sam Szanto
Chacking jackdawsform a mourning circle. I kneel, laying handson her broken torso,breathing in her heart-shaped leaves’faint scent of balsam,stroking fissures and burrson her bark, which outlastedtwo queens, a bracken fungus attack,both world wars, the lightning strikewhich pruned her. Someone takes a pictureas they are passing.I wonder if they knowthis female…
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Where Do Guardian Angels Come From?By Minette Aralar
Where Do Guardian Angels Come From?By Minette Aralar I wonder, as I walk on the sidewalk of the busy road of Ortigas Avenue one morning,With the intermittent honking of vehicles in my earsDo guardian angels fly by, hovering around unseen? Do they precipitously guide the elderly peeps,As they cross the…
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«Waiting» (Triolet) by Maria Michaela
«Waiting» (Triolet) by Maria Michaela I sat waiting for the sun to riseI watched as the moon started to setThese moments alone are always niceI sat waiting for the sun to riseDespite yawning once or twiceI hear birds singing a duetI sat waiting for the sun to riseI watched as the…
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Hybrid Poem by Jerome Berglund, petro c.k., and Sara Plain
Copyright © 2025 Jerome Berglund, petro c.k., and Sara PlainAll Rights Reserved
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«Where Have The Fireflies Gone?» by Winnie
«Where Have The Fireflies Gone?» by Winnie A thin veil of gloaming covered the verdant groves as it devoured the remaining daytime I stood alone scanning the horizon and began to have flashbacks of the olden days when a lanky lass me basked under the same twilight but under the canopies…
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«Hair Failure» by Robbie Cheadle
“What have you done?” Hair demanded.“You frivolous piece of shaped plastic,I’m not a slick and sophisticated knot.I’m a messy ball with untidy wisps.I’m going to ask Hairbrush to straighten me out.And then could you kindly try again?Don’t mess it up this time; think Chignon.I want to look like Grace Kelly,…
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Poetry: «Avoidance»
Avoidance by Margaret Kiernan Avoid like the Covidamateur dramatics in your head spacethe rust can make grim hearingreap apathy,rivers carrying paper-boxescoffee cupsplastic virgin statuesneither valuable nor rare.A homeless man in a longchic coatrants-aloud atwater-logged baby strollersacting as sieves. Arriving darknessas he eats stale breadtram tracks, animatedunder streetlightshouses shaped, against the…
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«The Saturn Return Theory» by Karlyn Miraflor
«The Saturn Return Theory» by Karlyn Miraflor I sit in my lonely, hopeless and frantic of what could be.Startled by eyes prying on meTerrified of the future that awaits me; I glance through emergency exits helplessly.Contesting synergy between the younger me as I flinch with every passing memory. Regression slowly…
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Alice Blue Gown by Andrew Wilson
I fell in love with Aliceno, not Alice in Wonderlandnor through the looking glassthough this Alice famouslyadmired her reflectionin shop windowsas she walked down the town. She was not the girl next dooreponymous heroine of thebereft Smokie whocould not face a life without hernor the Alice in the drivingWhite Rabbit…
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