Categoría: poetry
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A hush By Uchechukwu Onyedikam & Christina Chin
a hush of wind rush «eloplane!» wings of outstretched arms wild plant the rolling paper into a blunt granny sharpens old scissors spiderweb outside the screen door laundry geometry designs of ankara rural commute adjusting to Ìjàpá slowly but steadily seashells a gathering at the shore Bàbá ọlọ́mọ wẹ́wẹ́ there…
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«Love is Found in Unexpected Places» by Maritess B. Javelona, LPT, MAEd
«Love is Found in Unexpected Places» by Maritess B. Javelona, LPT, MAEd Unsteady steps and bent back, she started crossing, Hand raised, I caught up with her, my hand signalling,Cars and jeepneys slowed down as if they were obeying,I held her hand but she grabbed my arm, as if gripping.She clung…
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Water Suite: Two poems by John RC Potter
Bridge You are with me Always. Like a strong beam of light the torch seen at night Always Like a bridge across the stream the deep point of a dream All Ways Deep. Wide. The Steep Divide. Always I have been waiting for You Both feet firmly planted either side…
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«Haunting» by Lynn White
«Haunting» by Lynn White Everything feels newfreshrefreshedlike a meadowbloomingafter gentle rain.I tell myselfthat’s how I feelrefreshed by gentle rainnot battered by a storm.Sometimes I almost believe it,believe that I’ve left the past behind,our past with its sunshine and shadows.I try to see the sunbut it’s so bright I have to close my…
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“Pull Your Knickers Down” by Lucius Falkland
Bent over, her hands gripping her ankles, She is almost the shape of an ornate harp Except he uses part of her frame As his own little rage-reducing drum And strikes it again and again As though performing the Rite of Spring. But each time he does, he catches his…
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The she-pirate in the tavern II by Paweł Markiewicz
/11/ The fervent tavern was full of graceful mice. They ran around indoors the like charm-like ghosts. One sensed the odor of the dead, gentle rat, which a cat seemed to be catching, this morn. The spiderweb adorned dainty tavern. The spider slept immensely, such eagle owl. The parrot longed…
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Mollusk Mapping by Gerry Fabian
Like eating oysters, you are an acquired taste. Your juicy mouth and sliding tongue slip slowly with a hint of Tabasco heat.
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It’s All Transcedental by Selma Martin
It’s All Transcedental by Selma MartinLittle bell, little bellIn the middle of the dayYou made me pause for a momentJust to listenAnd in the pause I found my joyFired me up—made me wholeShowed me the miracleThat in my day had been missingHad you not beckoned to my sensesTo take this…
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Featuring «Pieces of Anjie: Poetry from My Soul» by Anjetta Williams-Brown
Enjoy this selection of poems and art from «Pieces of Anjie: Poetry from My Soul» A Creative Ascent As the sun rises within,I can feel my soul come alive.The walls in my head attempt to separate.The words fight each other to get out,With my eyes closed my thoughts began to…
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Featuring «More Inclinations» and «Natural Inclinations» by Kevin Cowdall
More Inclinations is a followup to Natural Inclinations. Natural Inclinations was inspired by my appreciation of (and concern for) the natural world in all its elements. More Inclinations continues this. Lots of people have asked me if I’d ever written a poem about . . . (various animals, insects, flowers, etc), so a…
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Wildflower By Bianca Alina
Wildflower By Bianca Alina Touch me. Make me become one with the fire.I will burn and burn,My flames will dance under your skinUntil you’re addicted to this delicious sin. Hide me in one of your most sensual poems,And write spring verses on my bosom.Love me hard,Make me bloom. I’m a…
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In the mirror by Marcello Comitini
Along the path we travelwithout having known,that in the magic of the mirrorwhere we touched with lips and glanceswords crumble like stonesroll without knowing where.A livid wall of silence swallows them upand they turn into faded oleander dusty,faded by an anguished wind.Or maybe they were the dark green of the…
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How we learn to fly by Walter Bargen
Featherless. Not an ounce Of air in these bones, Dense with marrow And the traffic of blood. Calcium solid. Two legs, Thick-thighed, heavy-calved, Over-boned knees, Broad flat feet, nails not claws. Two arms and a fervid desire To perch on window sills On the eighty-eighth floor, If only for a…
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Talking Shop by Kushal Podar
The eyes travel beyond lights here and even ahead of the Stars. The bell shaped flowers Share their treasures silence and rain. you have been shedding your life. I stoop and pick up one of the fragments. «Can I sell it?» I ask. You say, «You’re the cognoscenti.» This place…
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Playthings by Lynn White
It’s the need to possess that baffles me, the need to own objects of no decorative or use value, objects destined to become encumbrances sooner or later, passive playthings out of their time moved on into a time when even the box, it’s wrapping and ribbons fails to excite creativity.…
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“Bathroom Floor” by April
“Bathroom Floor” by April You take every piece of me until there is nothing leftI cry and silently weptMy mom, she is dead You promised til death do us partWhere is your heart?How come you took it this far?First time happened in the dark This broke me Can you please give…
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