Etiqueta: poetry
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The Bitter Shadows by Lynn White
The shadows fall as summer dies and fall rises damp wood crawling in decay bitter berries bright glowing gloomily as flowers rot away impermanent as seasons. First published in Fevers of the Mind, Baudelaire Challenge, October 2024
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«Grieving Dandelion» by Arshein Detecio
«Grieving Dandelion» by Arshein Detecio In the comfort of my sheets, I’d cry myself to sleep—until I couldn’t breathe.A cry of prayer before the night’s dark creep. A secret I keep, humbled by the pain,For I was in vain, hiding in the shadow of my faith.My sanity at stake, my…
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The Permanence of The Terracotta by Kushal Poddar
A damaged horse grazes the city’s pavement. Rain borrows salt from the old houses, adds it in the forage. We’ll ride the beast this Christmas. You hair will brush my darkness. Our shadows will be uneven, disappear in the shade and in the light. City is part lights and part…
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Paradise is by Nicole Sara
What is a promise, a dream?What is a hope or desire?What is a heart’s burning flamesetting all senseson fire? What is the mind’s adventure,and which is the soul’s sweet ease?What if the life’s sole purposeis being caressed by the breeze… Do days always reach for remotenessand dawns always shine so divinecasting…
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«The Last Words» by Lynn White
«The Last Words» by Lynn White Just a postcardenclosed in an envelope,enveloped for youas your love enveloped me.I expect no reply,there can be no replywhen all that’s leftare remnants,as worn and shrivelledas our love became.But I cannot quite let it go. First published in The Soliloquist, April 2025 Featured image…
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Contrary Wilderness by Tony Ashenden
Ah!WildernessMan’s natureThe spew of desolationOft the epileptic spitting sandThat retches storm! Alone the causelessCause that loves the lungTo spit its blood upon the ginger cloud. Sometimes..The cataracts of blindness looseAnd clearYou can see brown and yellowMound making pillows of sandRestingRetreating masters. Eiderdowns of peace and solitudeAmid the cactiYielding water whilst…
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The Concept Of by C.J. Anderson-Wu 吳介禎
i. The Concept of Homeland Security is a damp firecracker forgotten in the pocket of old trousers is a vow of partial safety is the malformed twin of the Constitution ii. The Concept of Constitution is a faded edition tucked in a dim corner of the library coated in dust…
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Rapturous Roundness by Nicole Sara
And they danced and they bouncedwispy sparkles that flounced all around they spunold legends undonearms flung in the gloomcontouring the doomnocturnal whirl,magical swirl dream and desire,scouring fireangels that shinedamned and divine,infamous deedssoaking with creedsthe sylphs and the spritesrecasting old ritesin the forest oasisgreen veils and dresses rippling moon beamthrough clouds…
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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,…
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«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…
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«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…
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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…
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‘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…
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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…
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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…
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«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…
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