Literary Yard

Search for meaning

Poetry

wooden chair on a white wall studio

Walls

By: James Aitchison There are no wallsbetween life and the truthof your inner self.Eternal wisdom is yours now. The physical form of yourselfis not the finality. You do not have to wait until deathto see the truth beyond the obvious.Inner…

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Five Summer Haiku

By: Jim Bates Northern Lights glowingSoft waves shimmering like dreamsWaiting to come true. Morning rain fallingSoggy wet flower headsBend in silent thanks. Early morning lightFlowers nodding in the dawnSerene peaceful calm. Aunt and Uncle’s cabinOn a lake overflowingWith good memories….

Out of the Darkness 

By Taylor Dibbert He didn’t know That he’d need to Write his way Out of the darkness But when he Met her There was a lot That he didn’t know, A lot that He never considered. ### Taylor Dibbert is…

body of water during golden hour

Unbounded

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.

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‘Prime’ and other poems

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…

short furred orange cat on brown surface

The dreameries with Egyptian cats

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…

hourglass on brown wooden frame

3 AM

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…

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‘Never Ending Insanity’ and other poems

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…