Category: Poetry
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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…
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I Cannot Feel You Anymore by Justin D’Alesandro
Tell the poetsGrief is in the waiting roomA cold hand with visible veinsFingernails filled with dirt –Dirt of the dead where worms unwind andKnot and unwind and knot.It is in the broken skin of a child’s kneeIt is the seconds before the cry –The realization everything burns more than usual…
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handwritten love by Brooke DeLuca
gray closet walls surrounda bag filled with Hallmark cardssimply sitting in the corner lighting wicks of sweet wordsa flame glows towardsforgotten memories faded relationshipsreappear in colliding colorsthey blend into wistfully warm huesi love you’s in harmony withi’m proud of you’s sing softly on the cardstock the sensitive smilemouthing these messagesis…
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Tapestry’s Fabric by Louisa Prince
In shadows of yesteryear, she dances alone. A silhouette of pain, a spectre etched in moonlight’s shadow;wearied by the turbulence of a heart’s distress, of cascading sorrows veiled in tears. A labyrinth of longing, entwined in a chilling mist she wavers. Once a portrait of grace, now weathered oak scarred…