Etiqueta: poetry
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Thinking while Shuffling by Tina Hudak
This morning, just as light is breaking I awake with a slight cough, wondering if I have five years left to live. Bits and pieces of me are failing each year. Nothing dire, mind you, but we both know this all adds up in the end. Not well, either. By…
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«Words Already Written» by Kritika Tanvi
Words Already Written The wisdom I met Past has it all in its hands Many have gained the same and gone Only the words written are left behind Confirming the unconfirmed Yet the unconfirmed is a side And like the cycle is the life Both to become one Comprehended and…
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Featuring a Beautiful Poem by Dawn Pisturino (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
A TRIBUTE TO MEDLIN/WHILHELMINA Dutch settlers called you Wilhelmina,Though your skin shone like bronze in the sunlight,And you wore your feathers with pride.A sister in the Montauk tribe of Long Island,Your people named you Medlin,Foreseeing a bright future.An Englishman from Kent caught your eyeAs he interpreted the new language for…
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«DECEIT» by Maggie Watson
«DECEIT» by Maggie Watson Little birdies tell stories that travelas vultures gorge themselves on the lies that unravel. Elephants have good memories, which isa great asset when you truncate lines with duplicity. Fabrication of the truth with stitching threads of deceitalways finds a place to hide within life’s rich tapestry.…
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«Still Broken Hearted» by Lynn White
«Still Broken Hearted» by Lynn White Something new will come from itI’m sure.I think I’ve found the keyat last.I tried so hard to hold ittogetherto keep it from breakingeven though the signs were all so ominousin the end there was nothingI could dothe lock had jammedthe darkness filled youto overflowingand split…
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lemon By Katya Mills
maybe seven years old whenever i got something super important to say i shout it out they all stop talking at once stare at me bewildered like i’m some wire disconnected the youngest i must get creative pushing wedges into my mouth until my face stretches out from the sour…
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«Metamorphosis» by Zewayé
«Metamorphosis» by Zewayé A tender egg was laid the minute I let youSlip through the doorway of my thoughts.Your words began to sprout and grow—Like a seed you carefully brought. Your lies began to taint my mind,Corrupting all I used to know.Unwittingly, I fed that plant,Believing love was what you…
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We Were Talking About Where to Go for Lunch by Gerald Yelle
I couldn’t help thinking we were wasting time, but my brother wanted to show me this glow stick he found. It had a different color for each segment corresponding to the colors of the rainbow –a rainbow glow stick. When you tossed it in the air it fanned out, unfolded…
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Cinnamon Eclipse by Paul Tristram
… something happens when you smile, you give a ’Light’ and a ‘Feeling’, that’s quite ‘Addictive’ in itself, it’s the front-end of curious, for sure. Remember when we both agreed no ‘Always’ and ‘Forevers’, that instead we’d concentrate on ‘Now’, filling every nook and cranny of it with everything which…
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The Light At The End Of The Tunnel by Lynn White
They all said the same, that the light at the end of the tunnel had been switched off. She didn’t believe it. Who would do such a thing? So she went in search of it wended her way along the long dark tunnel until she saw it just a speck…
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“Into the unknown” by Ritu Negi
“Into the unknown” by Ritu Negi Jittering heart and sweating palms,Out of the box, both my legs and arms,Over the top, into exile I jump,Insomniacally, snoozing all my alarms. What’s the picture?Where is the map?Where are you going,What if it’s a trap? With the weight of these questionsand doubt of…
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«I Am All About The Being, Human» by Kritika Tanvi
«I Am All About The Being, Human» by Kritika Tanvi The rich state of being they carryThe raw beauty vibrating in the stillnessAnd the rooted stillness is the armorThey wear to grow with their naturally crafted thin layer of airWhose roughness smoothens the skinBringing the glowing shine to lifeFrom toddler…
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A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Hint of Growth Aches the Bones One red rose plucked from ethersignals from sirens and gracklesswift, swirling wind in your eyesa forecast of crystalline ebb Ticktock patterns plastered greenshaman feathers and corkscrew circlesshapes in form born of theoryfirst inclination of evening apples Heard the whisper piercing vortextornado kissing petrol stationspinning…
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«Lies» by Navin Bhansali
«Lies» by Navin Bhansali Not a friend, nor family,Nor anyone else—It was always me,The one who lied to myself. Telling myselfI didn’t deserve the love I received.But tell me—How much self-worth do you needTo simply exist? Living in my mind,Finding faults,I learned to survive quietly—In the tsunami of illusionsNurtured by…
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Presenting Three Poems by Pat Alderman…
Do Gooders When the do-goodersand crusadershave excess time and energythey seek new venturesto share their zeal and vision. Sun’s Dichotomy As the sun ascendswhat was once gentleand comfortingbecomes harsh and demandingrequiring choices we wish wedid not have to make. Tired leaves Leap or reluctantly tuggedsome fall directly belowothers twirl, pirouettesoar,…
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«Dead Letter Drop» by Lynn White
«Dead Letter Drop» by Lynn White Once the words sprang off the pageslike the green shoots of springeager to be greetedeager to be read.That was before the winter chillfroze theminto remnants.Tattered pages,empty envelopes and empty wordsas worn and shrivelledas our love became.Dead.Or almost dead.But I cannot quite let them go,cannot quite let us goso I’ll…
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