By: moonchildprose
By Bruce Levine The Path Ahead The River Flow
By: James Aitchison The momentis here.While others weaveknots of resistance,you seek theeternal spirit within.Seek the truth,and in your sacrifices,gain peace.The late sea calls,and wisdom willcarry you far.
By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall Prime I’ll lay amongst the sumptuous bunchPicking and pulling at it,Asking myself if it’s seasonedUnder swollen layers. How does it taste; ripeOr bittersweet?Enough for all your senses? I’ll yearn for you to devour it,Savor the…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I looked at the window of my villaand it was midnight.The brown cat meowed.He is the guardian of many blissful melancholies.He is the crimson memory of philosophers.He is a signpost for golden-hearted poets.I am tender ancient sage.I…
By: Devanshee Soni It’s 3 am, pre-dawn,air crisp like ironed linen,but my pillowcase and bedsheetscreaming, with traces of firemy room, a sweatshop.I laboriously glide out of the bed,the choking air hunger getting best of me.My limbs have gone numb, pins…
By: Richard LeDue Never Ending Insanity Lucidity stained by lunacy is inevitableas we slay dragons we raised ourselveswith dog food we boughtfor the neighbour’s starving dog,and then there’s your brother who diedfrom lung cancer,eating bologna and ketchupin his deathbed,while we…
By: J.K. Durick I picture the wineIn your handA glass enoughAs poems go byBi-lingual of courseThe neighbor’s dogKeeping watchWithout askingThe afternoon endsAnd like everywhereNight introduces itselfThe heat slowsThe day goesThis is the dreamYou had/havePlanned, playedA song you wroteWordsWithout the voiceOr…
By Tabussum Sumaiya “Knock Knock!” Who’s there?“Angel I am, Devil’s too here!”Why is Devil always thy near?“Nothin’ I, exist in His solemn prayer!” O Angel! O Angel!You turning into That?This shrewd bosom buddyA sweet hypocrite brat! O Angel! My Angel!Don’t…
By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah Tears of the Sun It’s just another Christmas Day.When birds twittered freely away;I sat alone upon the desolate graveWhere flowers lie and pebbles rave. The sun pierced its tearful raysUpon the cloudy hills and matted leaves;Gone…