Etiqueta: poetry
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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.…
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«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…
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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.…
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“The Cairn”by Michael L. Utley
“The Cairn” by Michael L. Utley a handful of stonesthe currency of a hardened heartcannot purchase a reprievefrom the weight of mountainsupon my soul scree of memorieswho can navigate the slopeof ankle-breaking regretsthe sharpened shaleof the empty slatewhere hopewas once etchedand now onlydust remains we walked that paththrough the foothills…
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Sleep Waves by Gerry Fabian
I am beyond dog tired. Now, somewhere between exhaustion and comatose, I sleep walk through the front door. It’s 10:13 in the marginal morning and I haven’t slept for two days. Existing on black coffee and Red Bull, Red Bull, black coffee and more black coffee, I am a loose…
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WHILE I CONTINUE TO REMAIN by Jeffrey Zable
The thing about missing people is that I miss too many people: people I cared about and who cared about me— not all of the time, but a good deal of the time. The people who seemed to care the most were relatives, which is no surprise since I grew…
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«Christmas Without You» (An Endencha)
«Christmas Without You» (An Endencha) Cheery Christmas songs playingBut I sit here feeling blueSo far apart, you and II Couldn’t Imagine Christmas Without You Presents don’t matter to meIt’s you I need, that is trueWrapped in my loving arms, forI Couldn’t Imagine Christmas Without You Author’s Bio Maria Michaela lives…
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Good Intentions by Tina Hudak
To do good in the world is what I planned. To own a funky apartment in New York City with busy streets. To strut those city sidewalks below while wearing fashionable clothing even into old age. To be a savvy lawyer getting it right, for those who could not. Finding justice…
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A Christmas Soliloquy by Lauren Scott
The noble fir smells heavenly Pervading throughout the room Lights twinkle in red and green Adding to its festive costume. Stockings embellish the mantel Eager to be filled with treats Garland graces letters in gold Spelling out P.E.A.C.E. Dangling to model icicles, White lights sparkle on eaves Ornaments shimmer on…
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Go Ask The Crow by Kushal Poddar
By the time the first crow pushes its cawing into my ears the crumbs of the morning is already scattered on my carpet. Today we’ll vacuum the hollowness. While cleaning my burrows I always sink in my sneezes. I am allergic to dust and to the procedure of hush their …
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«What Could Have Been?» by Norj Joseph
«What Could Have Been?» by Norj Joseph What could have beenIf I held your handAnd place it on my chest What could have beenEven before I kissed youI told you I love you What could have beenRight after that fateful momentI made you mine What could have beenIf we celebrated…
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When Another Poet Says Something Cool, Just Dig It by Scott Thomas Oulart
diamond-studded language – a tongue, a pen, a stroke, a strand of silver silken thread one intonation bubbling from the mouth, the thought, the voice, the prism of crystalline inspiration sends shockwaves, shivers, ripples of spasming connection through mental tissues like w/a rose, a butterfly,…
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Father Christmas by Lynn White
I was so excited. It was nearly Christmas and I was going to meet Father Christmas himself. I was so excited, wearing my best coat and bonnet, hopping from one foot to the other in the long queue of children waiting with their mums to be allowed into Santa’s Grotto.…
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Walking Through the Forest at Night By Gopal Lahiri
Opening and closing my hands in tandem I carry the silence in this forest path. Night comes like the player’s spiked shoes and enable me to unclutter myself. The moon meanwhile watches with her pale weedy eyes with rare possibles. Where should I go? I don’t have any city to…
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«A Rainy Day» by Rowena Liwanag Suarez
«A Rainy Day» by Rowena Liwanag Suarez The rain,holds so much hope for kindred sentimental soulsbut for a desolate soul like meit rekindles an unhealed deep wound The rain,a constant remembranceof copious tears shedwhile holding on to castles in the air The rain,a mocking presenceas it howls the past and conjures an…
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Production Of Proteins by R. Gerry Fabian
I have this recurring dream. Sun rays jump through my window and dance around my bed. They are not the blinding lights through morning shade slits but rhythmic splashes both perky and pesky. They hum happy hymns which envelop me in a saffron scented spray that I slowly breathe in…
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