Etiqueta: poetry
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«A Heart Cleared for His Throne» by Khaley Dela Rama
«A Heart Cleared for His Throne» by Khaley Dela Rama I wandered through rooms made of glass, believing brightness was the same as Light. Brightness dazzled my eyes and called it life, but my heart grew colder beneath the shine. Brightness shouted, «look at me», while Light whispered, «come closer…
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Trapped by Poseidon in a Chevy Impala by Barbara Leonhard
A sonnet for the survivors No one asks the babysitter for permission. The maiden and Poseidon in a Chevy Impala. The endless dark road along the St. Mary’s River, lit by a muted moon. The conversation. “Do you date? Do you kiss boys?” Questions slither where he doesn’t belong. Would…
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Ambushed By Grace by Uchenchukwu Onyedikam
The schemes of the shadow operating in the light, they arrived the shore quietly, it was biblical, with the blueprint in their hands, spewing up the hymn of The Promised Land: “Fix your gaze up, there yonder, lies your kingdom.” They were teaching us how to pray and say “Amen!”…
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«The Horses Arrive Wearing Mirrors (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
THE HORSES ARRIVE WEARING MIRRORS 4 a.m., the cathedral burns in the rain.Nobody notices. The women smoke beside the river.A child sells counterfeit halos from a backpack. Time for the guards to change.You can hear it inside the peaches,and the television snow,empty noise from saints left too long underwater. Subway…
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Palter by Channie Greenberg
Even when wrapped in languorous bliss, mumbling indistinctly Causes listeners to pause in assessment making, to ponder sensibility. When tired, otherwise inactive, equivocating benefits no amount Of analysis. Elucidation needs to foil ambiguity, clichés, & vagueness. Words evasive about sophisticated/erudite, or cobby/stocky ideas, That beat about the bush, quibble,…
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Flour Bouquet by R. Gerry Fabian
You have a freshly baked cherry pie sitting on the window – authentic aroma love for me. It goes beyond that however. I marvel at your basic elements skills. The ability to combine ice water, unsalted butter, salt, sugar and all-purpose flower like elements of passion and create a dynamic…
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«THE SPACES IN BETWEEN» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon
«THE SPACES IN BETWEEN» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon As rainwater drips, my heart weeps, that excruciating pain—I can’t contain, and I’ll say it again, ‘When words are left—without wings, then quiteness fills in—the spaces in between’, silence, turns into cruel cacophony… sunsets clad in red, solitude is never…
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“Only in Dreams” by Selvi Agarwal
The mind is a theatre that never grows dark, ignited by sleep and a flickering spark. The curtains of the eyelids are heavy and drawn, to hide all the magic that plays until dawn. The stage is set wide with no script in my hand, a boundary-less voyage through sea…
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«Where my love resides» by Precious Magdaleno
«Where my love resides» by Precious Magdaleno You are the dawn I long to witnessand the dusk I yearn to embrace.In your arms, I have found my homefor your love is the only thing it holds. There is nothing more I wish forthan just to be with you—a lifetime.For in…
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5 Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Rivers Run Dry Rivers scribble andand doodle away.Their verses and theirdrawings are waterbased. Rivers run dryin times of drought, andwhen dead bodies floatto the surface, theyare witnesses to thebad deeds of mankind.They were here in timesof better climate,before pollutiontainted their versesand illustrations. ~~ False Rain Night drops likean anchor.It evadesthe…
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EVER SO GENTLY by Margaret Watson
When lovers entwine, what rests between arms? Is it yards of blood-soaked gauze? We carry our crosses bearing the weight. If loving arms should offer shelter, do they recoil as we uncover our wounds? Or, would they cradle our broken parts? Fear of rejection pushes doubts forward as the ego…
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‘Settle’… And Life Will Leave You There To Rot by Paul Tristram
All Self-contained like a Bomb … primed, and beach -waiting for decades… for either a Disposal Unit or Victims to come its way. She kept him ‘ON HOLD’ for far too long… until, he started to forget that she actually mattered much. ‘Smaller Gardens’ are easier to Manage and Maintain……
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A DAILY DOSE OF YOU by Friscia Magbanua
A DAILY DOSE OF YOU by Friscia Magbanua Terribly wishing for something that once had been mine. I couldn’t forget the smell of the breeze like your lavenders on Tuesday. Flickering lights on your lovely holiday. A daily dose of caffeine on your freaky Friday. I couldn’t believe I held you…
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Mote by Gerald Yelle
That’s why we don’t know where we were going: Our leader has something in his eye that keeps him from seeing what’s right in front of him. He must have something in his ear too: a bug or a book saying “Read me. Turn the pages with your eyelash, eyelash…
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3 Poems by Snigdha Agrawal
Paper That Remembers She still holds onto those report cardssince KG,stacked in a clear plastic folder,edges curled at the cornerswith time. Among them,her prized possessionThe Senior Cambridge certificate,mailed from Cambridge,inked in careful pen,unfaded, unblurred,as if time chose to spare it. Sometimes she takes them out,traces the numbers,the remarks,and feels that…
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