By: Linda M Crate the leaves are gold, orange, and red; i stand watching as autumn blooms cars whiz by no one notices the beauty of fall dances around me all her colors and all her beauty; they’re all caught…

By: Linda M Crate sometimes i wonder if i’ll be waiting my entire life in anticipation for the first day of my life we exist, but sometimes we forget to live; i refuse to become like you always suspended in…

By: Linda M Crate you tore my ego to shreds threw me to the wolves i came back their leader, and you told me once that you were a wolf; so maybe it’s time you give me that apology i…

Today, Amazon Publishing has announced a call for submissions for the Little A Poetry Contest, dedicated to the discovery of emerging poets. The contest will be judged by the acclaimed poets Cornelius Eady, Jericho Brown and Kimiko Hahn. The winner…

By: Zunayet Ahammed When I’m free and nothing to do I delight in recollecting your name More than seven times Defeating a school boy’s passion for his sweetheart. In watching TV if I feel uninterested I recall your reminiscences quietly…

By: Shri Ram I should say that, nothing changed over a period of time. But, the way I looked at things, certainly have changed and that made all the difference. I was to take up a new profile. It was…

By: Ananya S Guha And I will raise a hundred flowers For a hundred deaths And the hunt of life time The rivers are plenty Corpses will float And ghats will mourn For a hundred burials And a hundred causes And…

By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made…

By: Sunil Sharma On a rough day, When the strong winds Erupt suddenly— Like some angry arguments Festering behind smiles, In the curtained homes; Distant memories, Dormant, Now— Resurfacing again, In ferocious rooms, Over the steaming herbal tea Served in…

By: Sunil Sharma Will there be a single tear shed, Once I am no more? Someone there— Emerging from the shadows to Cry over the simple rough bed Forever left vacant In a dim room? Or, the old rocking chair…