By: Alan Berger I have not done anything wrong Then again, my memory Ain’t that long A walk in the sunny park Has become a stroll in quicksand In the dark I watch the news And search to see Who…
By Onkar Sharma that girl in the yellow top once left me aghast.came you like a gust of breeze and I was clutched in thy love, at last. you met, and my life was filled with starlight.you met, and my…
By: Mahathi PRANAVA (Sonnet) That sound sonorous, heard I ere, somewhere, coming from deep ethereal caverns. It’s like a numinous boom from vacuous sphere and like the whiffs of wind through dancing ferns. Sometimes I heard it low and verily…
By: Alex Deramo Something about Rain The first growl of thunder chases us upstairs Water already leaking through the forgotten crack, we push open my bedroom window, Letting the fierce cry of rain into the quiet of my room A…
By: Dirk Dunbar Our Endless Sojourn Watching my shadow switch direction as I follow this babbling brook helps me feel the spontaneity of life’s patterns. Like wheat fields waving to and fro, duck flight formations echo rhythms of wildlife’s dance…
By: Mark Ivan L. Sarin It’s midnight, still thinking about you, Can’t sleep, our memories killing me piece by piece, The continous shading of blue breaks my peace, Nothing to say, nothing to complain, A profane but humane, Slightly plain…
By: Stephanie Kezia F. Henson I wrote to a song and it’s all about you. It’s all about those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that made me fell in love. Eyes that made my world filled with colors. But those…
By: Pat Doran Growing Old I can tell by your handsthat you are olderthan what you say,but it’s the lines underyour eyes that givethe game away.Here you are trying torecapture your younger days,by putting your handthrough his hair,hoping that he…
By: Kristine Joy Unrestrained The world is bizarre and obscure, yet so beautiful; Like a hot chocolate with melted cheese in it, Isn’t it ridiculous? But strangely tastes delicious, We let ourselves get trapped in a cage, Doing what others…
By: Erica Radam Walking by the sunset, hand in hand with A stranger’s calloused palms My chest is thumping Then erupted from his proprietorial behavior. I was procured by his eyes, Held captive by his venereal intentions Yet, I did…