By: Adreyo Sen When this house no longer is, its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Cloud, dark cloud everywhere As light is off and oil is up. But throwing hands and legs They have been shouting now and then, “Have we lost our dignity?” Oh! Nowhere is it found. Why? Though…
By: Izzy Noon I can guarantee you the old folks Are saying it’s not a real wedding Without a real preacher, even if it’s A courthouse wedding, ‘cause That’s not what’s right in the eyes Of God, passing judgment with small…
By: Izzy Noon I go in with my paltry Idea, like it’s the small kid On the playground and I have To defend it from bullies Who might pluck its feathers.
Gary Beck is back with yet another collection of poems called ‘Conditioned Response‘. ‘Conditioned Response’ reminds us that we are prepared by family, experience, government to react to the events that affect us in our daily lives, shaping our future,…
By: Zunayet Ahammed 1 Your blue sky the stream of rain whiteness, greatness, beauty, and the light of innocence always make me gleeful like an aura of symphony of the poetic hearts or the raving beauty of the greenness of…
By: April Mae M. Berza To love is a tragedy, it is to die a million times in the arms of Aphrodite. To love is a tragedy, it is a surrender, a defeat when you could have been an oasis with…
By: April Mae M. Berza Dying is another form of romance Written in the cold-hearted testament And romance is a surname of trance. When flowers embrace my hands, My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent; To die is a new form of…
By: April Mae M. Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river envious of the pearls in your chest…
By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly…