Categoría: poetry
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«What They Found in the Hoarder’s Bedroom» by Jeanna Ní Ríordáin
Cobwebbed shelves & dusty mirrors,jewelry & gaudy trinkets Piles of clothes, old socks & shoes,garments strewn across the carpet Ticket stubs & dogeared books,pill boxes & perfume bottles Drawers filled with photo albums,love letters beneath the pillow. Copyright © 2025 Jeanna Ní RíordáinAll Rights Reserved
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The Muse by Lucius Falkland
“Out with the Muse . . . ”Joanne Limburg The Muse is clear to him at last:She has the precise levellingOf the Golden Calf, the sunlightPirouetting along each lineOf her form, so that every distractionAround her retreats into darkness. She is a poet; eccentric as amchur;Isolated at school lunch,Scratching away…
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Home by Chyrel J. Jackson
Behind closed doors and punched-inwalls, parents argue, siblingsfight.Our neighbors party and sometimestake flight.The one place that is always perfect.Temperatures are never too hot.Temperatures are never too cold.Old slippers and sneakers kept by thefront door.You’re familiar with every creak, bumpand sound.I look around this old, lived-in spaceand every memory of family…
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«Poem Talking Itself to Sleep» by Dan Cuddy
after midnightnot the best time to writemind dull with fatigueno emotional issuesno vestal virginsor American Presidentsto write aboutand my sense of humorhas been let out like a catit will find its way backtomorrowtonight even the seriousthings become shadowsin a dark roomI feeling my way in the darkthis night of that…
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«Shoes» by R James Sennett Jr
Shoes at one timeweren’t worn.Grass, dirt and rocksscratched, cut and bruisedbutwas expected.Shoes skipped into our livesand like language,eventually became contractedand constrained.Ironicas they were meantto be more.Kids peel off shoesat the drop of a hat.They knowbecause they’re closerto the ground. Copyright © 2025 R James Sennett JrAll Rights Reserved
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Three Sad Poems by Nolcha Fox
The Slug I swallowed your death,spit it out as a ball. I tossed the ballin my garden. The ball uncurledinto a slimy slug. The slug suckedthe sun from the flowers. The slug stolethe soil, fertile and dark. The slug made my gardenan empty, dry patch. All that was leftwas your…
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Cleopatra by Dawn Pisturino
Ptolemy’s daughter gently traced the carvings on the wall and said,«Papa, teach me how to read the sacred language of the gods.»The Pharaoh smiled, proud of his precocious offspring, and said nothing.Ptolemy’s daughter unrolled the delicate temple scroll and pleaded,«Please, Papa, teach me the sacred language of the priests.»Pharaoh sighed,…
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«bustling» by O.P. Jha
listen, behold, recognizeit’s a sparkit’s a splashit’s a seasoned timberit’s multifacetedit’s standing straight before the crownsboiled in a clay-pot,transformed into vapordiffused in the airand intermingled with the clouds,with the rainit mixed with the soilit grew in the womb of the Earthsprouted with green cropsmetamorphosed into grainsand became the life-breathsof floras…
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The Other Side by Laura Bennett
Image by Kevin from The Beginning at Last The time has come, I did my best Upon my final day of rest To live this life just one more time An older soul in body and mind Served my purpose, conscience clear Hearing the whisper of spirits near Calming peace…
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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…
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Where Silence Blooms by Jaideep Khanduja
You trace the edge where silence meets the sound,A moment born where words have yet to grow.You speak in fragments, gestures circling round,And from your eyes, the hidden rivers flow. You hold a space where strangers dare not tread,A crack in time that only you can see.The world is shifting, but…
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“Tanka” by Wayne F. Burke
night dark as burnt toastI would not eat thoughGrandma insisted burnttoast good formy teeth Copyright © 2025 Wayne F. BurkeAll Rights Reserved
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«The sticky web» by Ken Tomaro
8 am on Tuesdayand I’m eating a bowl of cerealwatching a spider suck the soul out of a mothbefore he wraps it in a cocoonseems like we’ll both have a busy day Copyright © 2025 Ken TomaroAll Rights Reserved
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Ghazal of the Phantasmal Light by Steffen Horstmann
The clouds of mist that dissolve into the Jhelum’s skin of lightAre Devis that seek to return to the origin of light. Within a candle’s glow Faiz scratches lines from Zindan-NamaOnto a prison wall that gleams like a bulletin of light. Shahid wrote of how Akhtari clothed notes in her…
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Spring Reckoning by Cindy Georgakas
The cocoon nestled in the dappled forest skies, shadowing mists of change, preparing for springs arrival. Dormancy awakens spirits, turned over in their grave popping blooms where they are buried, rising with hope and a reckoning. Shedding light where darkness has flung mud on the tombstone of hate and war…
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«MY MOTHER’S LOVER» by Kabir Deb
The house trembles with my breath,signing off the head. Paradingthrough those tiny squaredwindows. My mother loves a strangeman. He feeds on her breath,sleeps on her thighs. She patientlytightens the legs when he asksfor it, and quickly broadens herheart to hold him close! I think of the man like a lie.Often…
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