By: Andrea Myinga One day, we shall all die but thatWill be the end for some and forOthers the beginning of restful rets This world is too big to be understoodWithin short length of lifetime, withChains of surprises around our…
By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo….
By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI I still remember, O my sweet companion,Of that chaste kiss on your innocent breast,Nourished by the emotion that love accompaniesIn the field of the passions of a budding feeling. You lent yourself to the game,…
By: Shilpa Girish That! Your sight of lust,Caused me twirl my head awaySwaying my reticenceAnd, when you clasped my face,Caressed my forehead,Then my eyes and cheeks,I wanted to stay in your embrace forever!But it’s then! I was cajoled,With warmth of…
By: Gaya Gayatrinath GSA a friend of mine called me from a country overseastold me he heard USA is now called GSA overseasUS consul there assured my friend nothing had changed‘just replaced U with G’, US consul told my friend‘GSA…
By: E. Martin Pedersen Confess to What? I enter my living roomgather my family aroundyou need to go away, I sayso I can be alone and strip downcover my skin with ice creamand waitspumoni swirl and rocky roaddrip lickthey obligeI…
By: Tamara Raidt Austrian doctor my consultations usuallylast 7 minutes the doctor said I stopped.in the middle of a sentence. and we’re already at 11 she raised her eyes from the computer screen have you seen a therapist…
By: Umar YB AERIAL BED How relaxedly you layIn the leafy treeAs its branches swayTo the zephyr free… How comfortable and cool,You lounge on the heightsThat you snore and droolAs in the calmest of nights… Now that you begin to…
By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha Darkness feeds on darkness. The bitter sedimenton the bottom of a pestered pastlike the perpetual penumbrasalways crawls giddily greedilyjust beneath the fathomless pool of pleasant possibilities. With a sudden fling,the engrossing bitterness rolls upwardin a…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Hook When writing verse – it fills long hours –I like a hook to hang it on;it may be conversation heard,or observation of the herd,a picture with its questions posed,or challenge, teaser, crossword clues. The theme established,…