Category: Poetry
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A Lighter Step and Robin by Sarah Das Gupta
A Lighter StepSpring arrives inch by inch,an early snowdrop herethe first cuckoo there.The yellow celandines dance,golden bonnets tossed by the wind.In the woods the anemones,like powdery snow,with that light blush of pink,grow shyly in the mossbeneath the ancient oak.Cock robins battle for supremacy,No Christmas card angels now,they are fighting to…
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From Frost to Warmth by Eldora Betsy Lyngdoh
The night was still, the frost did bite,A chill in the air, a lonely sight.But then I saw him, small and alone,A child in the cold, without a home. I rushed to his side, with a heart so true,And wrapped my coat around him.His eyes looked up at me, with…
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Farmer’s Market by Max Kerwien
I’ll come back here one day withtrophies and children and show themthe honey green tea I drank,the plastic table I sat atand watched new ice meltto the live band of the week,how the percussionist and Iadmired cheese vendors andlaughed at toddlers discovering trash,overwhelmed dogs clutched bytheir owners, across from the…
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Nosferatu by Raymond Fenech Gonzi
Outside, time is non-existentas the nocturnal creature freezesin his white satin skin,invisible in mirrors,with his long, sharp diamond fangshe awaits his prey in dark shadows,in putrid alleys, beneath bridges,stalking humans for fresh blood,the elixir for his immortality.Sadness is his only friend, loneliness his lover.He lives life oblivious to feelings,immersed in…
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Hearts Aplenty by David Avila
I am a person of hearts aplenty;One loves Krishna,One beats for Yahweh,One thumps for Jehovah,One keeps rhythm for Allah,Another, kowtows at the feet of Buddha,There’s an aortic feed that kneels to Jesus Christ,And, also I possess a life pump for Muhammad,Many hearts have I;One for the breeze through the trees,…
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In Absentia by Elle Snyder
I declared him deadin my own mind, at least.There are so many storiesI’ve writtento explain his absence.But people still call his namewhen they look at me.No one is deaduntil their billsstop getting mailed to your house.No one is deaduntil you finda home for their glassware collection.No one is deaduntil you…
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The Thudding Obelisk & The Throbbing Price of Excellence by Christian Emecheta
The Thudding Obelisk From the opulent shores of the Nileto the warm savannahs of the Serengeti,tales of her strife and sacrifices span centuries,revealing all her numerous struggles and triumphs. she carries the weight of historyon her slant and subtle shoulders.the many scars on her thick skinare the trophies she got…
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The Dancer by Jerry T. Johnson
lately, I’ve been dancingon all my tears without slipor fall —every Plier I’ve bended,every Entendre I’ve stretched,every Relever I rose, everyGlisser I would glide, everySauter I jumped, every ElancerI darted, every Tourner I turned. my dance floor is drenched in tearsand still I dance and still I maintainmy balance. lightning…
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I am the letters you avoid by Eady Sweetlove
I am the letters you avoidchoosing in a game of hangman guessing. I am the dirty dishes,overlooked until you can no longer stand the reek of it. I am the raisins in your bread.You hate raisins ever since your dad left. I am the almost empty shower bottlesyou fail to…