By: Tapeshwar Prasad Pestilence How hurriedlyI open the faucetTo my burning throatAfter the toil of the day and the nightAnd how, more languidlyI try to tap off the waterof its flowFlowing drop by dropMingling the thirst andmy gloomy thoughts, in…
By: Okpeta, Gideon Iching Bleak: The place of plagues And i saw a forlorn of plague, at thedepth of the dessertAnd men under eaves kvetchingin awe with voices of lamentation.A hard time I have seen it.Indeed hell has decided a…
By: Bernard Pearson At the January Sales I see you through the window of a shopBut for once my heart no longer stops,For you are nothing to me now.You could buy me the world for all I careAnd wrap it…
By Michael Lee Johnson Flower Girl .(Tears in Your Eyes) Poems are hard to createthey live, then die, walk alone in tears,resurrect in family mausoleums.They walk with you alone in ghostly patterns,memories they deliver feeling unexpectedlythrough the open windows of…
By: Aruna Subramanian On a tumultuous nightof lashing rain,two souls sing alongrenouncing falsehoodrelieving this worldentering their own.She, his healing powerHe, her ray of hope.For him, SheFor her, He.It is raining everywhere,incomprehensible mysteryForbidden kisses…..
By John Grey THE GREAT UNKNOWN Benny bends over his guitar,picks licks between chords. from Clapton and Broonzy.Jeff Beck and Albert King and the kid he once wasplucking riffs out of the airin front of a full-length bathroom mirror as…
By: Alan Berger There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be A sweet gust between the two of us A truce of sorts if you want to call it that A sort of cease…
By Priya Anand I wake to dark grey skiesA thin drizzle that easilyDiscourages me from my morning walkI peer through the bamboo fenceA persistent few are out in their windcheatersDetermined to get their daily constitutionalSome wear masks that match their…
By: John Tustin DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE You.YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room – I cannot paint it,Draw it, tell itButStill You:YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room Is shiningAnd…
By: Somaah Edwards “Broken Young Woman” From where he standshe could seea broken damseldangling in his view, broken dreamswaltzing in her pairof dark blue eyes, disappointmentsfloating allover herlittle peach face, the advertising crackson her little lipswere as shallowas the unpleasant…