By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of…
By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll…
By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light.
By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…
By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I…
By: Debbie Tunstall ” Sit down,” he said.“What can I do to help?” I’ll slouch downhead hung low, mind clenching words. Then something extraordinary happens- emotions paint the room. He looks up, opens lipssounds of deafening silence. I stand up,…
By Bruce Levine A winter morningSunshine fills crispy, clean airSnow is on the ground Fighting off the coldPeople bundled to the neckHats and scarves and gloves Frozen hands and feetTime for a hot chocolate breakWhen will winter end Winter’s frozen…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter night Dome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: James Aitchison Unthinking,unaware of his path,man makes choices,takes refuge in the transient,favours the fault lineover the rock.Every man has hismeasure of goodness.He is never lost.In the stillness of his soul,he can reclaim hispurpose and his gifts.The wheel spinsthe truth.
By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo Weighted flight I was once a free birdGracefully swifting through spaceUnbothered by the whistling turbulenceA bird that morning delights breed But then, my life happenedThe weight of feathers doubledBody stuffed with tripled troubleAnd now, I…