Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Year: 2016

Poem: Death

By: Zunayet Ahammed   All is meaningless The sweet morning That gives us charms Will soon wither away Flowers that dazzle our eyes Will soon lose its hues Sweet notes of birds After a little while Will be harsh one…

Poem: In the Land of Fire and Ice

By: Mary Bone The soft amethyst light Of early evening, Peered through my living room drapes. Adventure was calling my name In the land of fire and ice. My heart was melting. Iceland had a hold on me. As you…

Poem: Epitaph

By: Tandem here lies the poet you once knew, now the verse is closed while living the poet gave us rhymes, words to drape around our cold shoulders now we must bring flowers and a few lines of our own.

Poem: Obstacle Course

By: J Ash Gamble Yes, I swerved to miss the oncoming traffic of confusion hitting a pot hole of guilt on the old country road I went careening around a blind corner, having to slam on the breaks, the slow-moving vehicle…

Poem: A Horror Poem About Word

By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us.

Poem: Chore Woman

By: Roger Still she’s a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she’s the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the one…

Poem: Pry

By: Russ Cope I tell them I don’t mean to pry, but then get my hands full in, open up what was closed, exposing the darkness inside, always disillusioned with what I find. *** Russ Cope used to be a custodian….

Poem: Legend of John Ramm

By: JD DeHart Not sure why he spells his name with two m’s sometimes. Maybe it’s just been that long. You can tell by the way he sniffs the day, it’s not all good here. He wants you to think…

Poem: Elysian Transcendence

By: Anca-Mihaela Bruma Your pastel sunsets incandescently intertwine my velvet dreams, and my verbs know how to whisper gallantly your prepositions. I have even learnt to have fluency in your body language, inhaling your line breaks, structuring the sentence of our…