By: Gabriella Garofalo A bit of advice, blue works best if you need To creep in on the sly, it’s the latest fad, Peeking at the stunning shows of some wannabe star, Nobody cares about oceans or skies – ‘Course you’re…
By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So, what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us….
By: Olatubosun David See a young man smoking burrow All alone in that bush He did so last year And burnt my farms of precious crops Striping me bare of costly income And sending my wives and wards To the…
By: Srinivas S Flying leavesLo Behold! Here are the flying leaves!Gold-bare, orphaned from their homes;Crinkled in complexion, torn as uncouth;Against the most wan of waning skies,Little to life ladled by the sparest wind,Here they come; for dear life, they come!…
By: Alan Berger What if at the end it all becomes peaceful and sunny? To believe that it will wont cost you more, or less love or money The last thought you got won’t be regret for the book you…
By : Amirah Al Wassif I asked them How the sun says hello to everyone ? Then, they laughed bitterly Without being sorry And told me “ask the gun” Her red spark Sharp like a dark Permits entering the light…
By: Linda M Crate the immortal strand of hope they seek me, but they shall not find; i have heard the hooves of the horses and i know they mean me no good—always i have been an outsider, a misfit…
By: Josh Jennings “Come, examine this life from afar,” Lady Liberty cries. “Bear witness to our American dream.” A blushing bride to be sitting on the porch. Hearty greetings from neighbors bellowing across a newly surfaced road. A room full…
Shared with Literary Yard By: Sahaj Sabharwal. Jagdish Di Hatti and Chowk Chabutra Money can buy Food but not Nutrition. Money can buy Gifts but not Thanks. Money can buy Blanket but not Warmth. Money can buy Books but not Knowledge. Money…
By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang The Sea of The Golden Palace Happiness is the memory of heaven And the soul is as sweet as the sun. On the canvas of the death you daub a…