Categoría: poetry
-
Magic Moment By Gopal Lahiri
I walk near the dry falls a few times, looking at all these- the perfect scribble on the orange leaves a patch of white clouds, a blue sky, a tiny fall leaf drops on the white stream. I must walk over the water. Light flickers through the cracks of dailyness,…
-
«The Remedy» by Precious Magdaleno
«The Remedy» by Precious Magdaleno Have you ever felt it?some are little, some are big,stones in your chest, heavy to lift,each one whispering not enough,and their echoes sharperthan a dagger’s breath in the middle of nowhere. Have you noticed it?your soul crawls through shadows,tired, hopeless,thirsty for a light it can’t find,yet drowning in the…
-
«Broken: Two Poems» by Friscia Magbanua
«Broken: Two Poems» by Friscia Magbanua Tomorrow Never Comes I love you like it was another beautiful day. My heart still broken since the day you left. I’m missing you everywhere. I wish you all the best. . . Don’t worry my love i will still love you even if…
-
The contemplative flower of violet by Paweł Markiewicz
The mellow flower of violet is a fineness of the violet’s blossom in the moonlight however the small eternity happens in an enchanting woodland solitude genus Viola is minor but wonderful and subtle so tranquil the last night was when a sylvan dream was awakened four butterflies landed in the…
-
‘Miracle upon miracle’ by Jane Aguiar
Gazed upon the firmament The theatre of stars shone ‘Empyrean lights and its expanse’ descent moon greeted Dazzling light fall upon ‘Overwhelmed with felicity’ Ebullient mood Idyllic experience ‘Unprecedented introduction to the cosmos’ The promise of God Descended into Truth ‘Distance Has No Boundaries’ A spark of flame shone Deep…
-
The Reverie Of Rene Magritte by Lynn White
Mr. James daydreamed of roses. It was his recurring reverie. Blousy pink roses so clear he could almost spell their fragrance almost touch their pastel petals a sweet dream of pale, pink roses. It was the hands that turned it into a nightmare, those pale fragile hands reaching out, more…
-
Service Sector by Gerarld Yelle
You stand on the curb in a neighborhood of tenements and warehouses and trucks full of produce for cross-country markets. You don’t know for a fact but you think the young people who live here would say it’s a food desert. What do you know? You’re here on business having…
-
«All Stitched Up in Prose» by Selma Martin
«All Stitched Up in Prose» by Selma Martin From the chaise longue, where he pretended to nap,he observed her quietly as she stitched and stitchedin the scant light filtering in through the window.Soon darkness would swallow what was left of thelight and become too dark to continue. How perfectlynatural she…
-
Going Inwards by Paul Tristram
I went off Searching for… ‘Far Away’… and found it … in your ‘Breadcrumbing’ … smiling sadly, I disappeared, before you’d even looked around… Returning back to… ‘Significance’. You ‘Find Yourself’ the very moment that you STOP Following … and Accept your Human Flaws … as part of Life’s Journey……
-
«You’ll Be Safe There» by Doc Lovely Siguerre- Abutal
«You’ll Be Safe There» by Doc Lovely Siguerre- Abutal There, when you wake, your favorite pancit guisado and crispy pata await—served with an ice-cold coke, just the way you like it. Unlike here, where sleep rarely comes easy,and even opening your mouth to taste the food on your plate feels…
-
Cold Candles by Kushal Poddar
Cold walks on the leaves. We listen to the stars of that noise, cannot stay awake, cannot sleep. The late-night Gods and demons converse. We cannot choose one and ignore the other. We listen. Colds walks but doesn’t progress. The candles born for the prayer night mould themselves into another…
-
South Hampshire by Christina Chin
in the coal black sky Royal Cassiopeia watches sycamore leaves fall not a single cloud The Milky Way pours its light on a starry night through the bare branches an winter star winks the eye of cosmos twinkling late peace moon seated around the bonfire exchanging memories the gnarly tree…
-
A Beautiful Winter Poem by Pat Alderman (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Lights in the Winter Darkness For many of us December isdark and coldwith the shortest day of the year.Are we the Christmas lights?Beautiful to behold but offering no warmthexcept in our hearts and minds.Are we candles, which offer less light and warmthbut can be shared without diminishing the original light?Are…
-
The 11 dazzling verses by Paweł Markiewicz
The dreameries need Blue Hours. The Blue Hours would need a sun’s afterglow. The red sky in the evening longs for a delight. The delight wants a homeland. The native land wanted a literature. The writings are willing to manifest a reality. The epiphany was willing to become a sermon.…
-
«𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝» by Bianca Alina
«𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝» by Bianca Alina In the shadow of your kiss,I rest my heart.I close my eyelidsOver unquenchable longingsAnd I dream of you,So that I can love you once more,With all the lights on,Sheltered from all the written lawsThat burn my wordsAnd keep my touches chained.In dreams, I quench all my…
-
No Place Like Nome by Gerald Yelle
Scattered stones poke through snow like milk-bottle sins in our kindergarten catechism –and it never dawned on us to ask why black is bad –are we that afraid of the dark? We like to think it’s not a black and white world –just look at all the shades of gray.…
LatinosUSA 