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…
By Andrada Costoiu The artist’s prison Your fingers are dancing molding the clay,In shapes that your heart has requested,Trembling,Touching with the force and desire of your inmate thoughts,That promise to become something. You clothing, covered in the black ash of…
By: Katrenia M. Busch The lighthouse The sun was shining through the cloudsAs the ocean waves poured inThe sky above indeed—did crowdAs the lighthouse stood within Within—the lapse of time foundWithin the depths of aweAs you listened carefully to the…