By: Priya Chouhan WEDDING RING Curtains drawn, choking back the tears,loved him more than the love, my lips whitened. Curled myself into his arms, the scent of a beautiful bond fading,lying on the floor, with a heavy ring resting on…
By: Richard LeDue Old Poems Sometimes, reading my old poemsfeels like the closestI’ll ever get to time travel,as the person I used to besends a message through my present dayvoice, hoping to prove the pastmore than those moments one thinks…
By: Raymond Greiner The Macintyre’s descended from Scottish wealth and immigrated to the United States. They acquired eight hundred acres of prime agricultural land in Alabama in the early nineteenth century and built a luxurious plantation house. Laborers were purchased…
By: Mary Bone Mudlarker’s Jewel I was the mudlarker’s jewel,washed in from the sea.You put me on a pedestalfor all the world to see.Of all the trinkets you found,I didn’t have the glam and glitter,until you washed off the mud….
By: Paweł Markiewicz We think of the fascinating charm.We fantasize about wizardry.We ponder on the amazing bard.We reflect on poetic beauty. We muse about astonishing moon.We dream of the surprising vessel.We philosophize about fair throne.We describe awesome Indian summer. We…
By: Alexey Tarasov The dawn is stuck in baked milk.The patch of window is trembling slightly.A mosquito is motionless on the ceilingWith a seed of pomegranate in its belly. This is the way the new yesterday comesAnd crawls coldly under…
By: Bruce Levine It had been a long morning. Dillon rubbed his eyes which felt strained from working at his computer for so many hours. He hadn’t realized that it was going to take so long, but then he wasn’t…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Poems Poems are emotional doodles,Word friends whose presenceComforts, harangues, equallyEvokes tucked away feelings.Bits and bobs of sentiment,Those assemblages of motesArouse the best memories,Over and above the foulest. If only mere language couldReturn sunny moments, elseProvide time…
By: J. B. Fite RALLY BROTHERS Rally, brothers, rally to meWhile there is sufficient time.In the morning’s soft light I seeThe gate and our goal sublime. Do not fear the final struggleNor think but our cause is true.With brave hearts…
By: Linda Barrett Don’t cry for her,Argentina.She will be immortal.Her prose will warn manyOf what is already happeningIn our fragile world.Her body conquered cancerSo many times.While one young womanWas scythed by the Grim ReaperMuch too soon,Beatriz stayed on the earthLong…