Categoría: poetry
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«he was another» by John Yamrus
he was another boneheadwho thought thatonce his book was out the worldwas gonna comebanging on his door, wantingto hear himread his poems andtell themhis theories on life,love, sadness, goodness andwhy his poemswere the only onesin the world worth reading. it didn’t happen. therewas a paragraphin the local newspaper and that…
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«YOU ARE A LONG TIME COMING» by Strider Marcus Jones
you seem so setto be the movement on my wreckyou are a long time coming. deep slideupdownafter walkingin the town;alone, prideis a cupspilt soundof restlessself running. the rustle of your dressends my emptinessyou are a long time coming. Copyright © 2025 Strider Marcus JonesAll Rights Reserved
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”Homeward Bound” by Lynn White
I’ve been ticking off the daysuntil my home coming daywhen I’ll step backinto my dreamand be home. And todayI’m backthoughI knowthat I was never here beforethat I was only dreaming but I can feel hometugging at medrawing mealong the familiar paththrough the woods,pulling me insidesurrounding mein the sweetnessof heart and hearth. It’s the…
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“Grief” by Steven Bruce
Even now,in my springtime of content,I find myself going backto when I crossed the Strait of Dover. How the winter night was cold enoughto keep the other passengers off deck.How I was out there for a good while,gazing into a jet void of sky and water. How the darkness replaced my eyeswith…
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«The Last Aborted Project» by Kushal Poddar
A tense music, yet somber, beatsits heart out for the man shrunkeninside his own skin. He knows whytwo cops may appear at his door.They stand beside an unturned gnomeand beside his son’s unfinished woodworkand rusting tools. Do you know evenduring a mid-afternoon cicadas call?The cops stand still until they becomeanother…
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«I think» by John Yamrus
I think the time thatyou’re the mostbeautiful is whenyour face is swollenfrom sleep, and your hairis matted and messed and istand at the side of the bed, theking of all i am and all i have and alli willever be. Copyright © 2025 John YamrusAll Rights Reserved
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“Highway” by Dawn Pisturino
It was his way or the highway,So she chose the highway.She grabbed her backpack when he wasn’t lookingAnd thumbed her way down the mountain,Not caring where she went,Just glad to get away from himAnd the poison he had forced her to take.Her sweater covered the tracks on her armsAnd the…
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“Total Internal Reflection” by Amit Shankar Saha
Having moved my eyes from you to me,perhaps in a mirror I look to seehow do I look when I look at you. Last night I raced the planets to knowhow time is spent when I spend myself. And last night I thought how time can…
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«New Boston with You» by Pete Mladinic
I don’t want to go to Bar Harbor,I’d rather be in New Boston with you.I don’t want to go to Scottsdale,I’d rather be in New Boston with you. I’d rather be in New Bostonsitting across a table from you,in a truck stop cafe, shaft of lightshining through plate glass. I…
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«We Will Not Be Silenced» by Lynn White
We found a gap in the wire.Someone had made it,that gaping hole in the wire,hoping to climb through,hoping to head towards the light,to leave the darkness behind,to escape the madness here,hoping,hoping.But the light became too bright.And now it’s blinding us.We can see less than in the darkness.Our mouths open, aghastwith…
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“The Delicious Essence of You” by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
(While listening to Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet Suite No.2) An undisturbed thought forms itself like arms that entwine around you.Vibrating, with speeds unimaginable,thoughts born within us cascade through a highway of fleshto embrace you.We float on clouds towards the essence of you… An unstoppable energy forms rhythms and heartbeatsreverberating from an empty…
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“How I See” by Robbie Cheadle
How I seeAnd how you seeWill differHow much we differWill dependOn how you viewWhat we both seeVersus how I viewWhat we both seeThat same sceneCould be interpretedBy youIn a most literalAnd straight forward wayYou could take the pathWell-worn by the majorityAnd embrace itAs your ownI, on the other hand,May choose…
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Untitled by Mykyta Ryzhykh
When will the seagull speak?I don’t know and the wind is silent The cloud is burning in the sunset fireMe and the sun are going into the water together to drown Copyright © 2025 Mykyta RyzhykhAll Rights Reserved *** Winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and Ukrainian contests…
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«ANNA POURING THE TEA» by John Grey
Though your musings have becomeas heavy as rocks,and the years have grown denseinside of you,and blood no longer fills your arteries eagerlybut oozes like marsh waters,and your nerves respond to stimulias infrequently as buses show up at the stopto take you to your doctors,it’s still you laying out the teacups,cream…
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“Flyover state of mind” by Zak Wardell
1. An exodus splits the ocean of corn,ninety minutes from Kirksville,country miles rolling under the wheels. Each turn of locomotion cuts thick summer air, twilight putting to rest lazy daydreams Imagination, the cheapest way to travel, pulls fuelfrom wells of dinosaurs. Bring the mindunearth the body. 2. Recent news of Baxterfalling to his death while climbing cliffsat Yosemite grips me. My…
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“He is Home” by Dr Santosh Bakaya
«The war is over!” Shrieks, yells and bellows of joy. Oh boy! A ten-year-old dashes down the stairs, in helter-skelter haste, taking two steps at a time. Two overexcited ones scream from the second-story window! Is he really back? Or, is it a dream? A man, probably the father, peeps from the window.Pipe in hand, eyes popping out…
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