By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh….
By: Mary Bone Word Whisperers throughout the day Shout words also at night Over intercoms and loud speakers. Voices come at me From many directions. Ventriloquists are on street corners Playing mind games with passersby As they look over their shoulders…
By: Neelam Singh There’s a dark side to everyone No one is a perfect picture The outside world just doesn’t see it all The inner being, a stranger, an imposter We believe what we see Mind games are played treacherously…
By: Denny E. Marshall as the end is near college & pro football fans gather in end zone in car accident look over at boss and scream face gone – wires exposed ufo shape house thought design a great idea until…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Nothing moves and sings Nothing goes on Nothing’s shilly-shallying Without His sanction. The bright morning can’t come The night can’t approach A flower can’t come into bud A bird can’t soar into the sky The plane can’t…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only…
By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Words too dark in shadows of light Words with meaning, words screaming Quiet words, almost whispering Gently ink touches the parchment Light of a candle, ink and quill Writing throughout the night Thoughts flowing No time…
By: Linda M Crate the menacing beak of krakens is what i wish for them a monster they cannot run from, a god unforgiving and cruel as they are; sating his hunger with their bodies and their blood so we…
By: Linda M Crate everything is crumbling so sick of life and death being treated as a game i don’t want to sit on the sidelines as everyone and everything i love fades and dies away they need to stop…