Category: Poetry
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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…
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Lighthouse of Ocean’s Daughters by Sidney Blair
His dialect, a legacy fraught,Of poets mad, in chaos caught.Born of blood, from newborn’s birth, Under wedlock’s absence, a curse on Earth. Counterclockwise, their deeds unholy, Quiet neighborhoods, on rampages trolly.Mercy fled, their hatred reigns,Irrevocable, in twisted veins. Once blood, of Pacific’s waters,Carried love, like ocean’s daughters. Yet, from compassion’s…
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Ghost Girl World by Grace La Pace
It’s another topic I’ve come to hateAnother argument I need to debateI can’t fight the waves despite the restraintIt’s hard to find the strength to replace I move through the seasons with a thorn in my chestI move through the aisles with the ash where I treadYou will never see…
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Miltonian Sonnet for a Dirty Martini by Kenneth Boyd
While acquitting the performance of an impatient day When indulgence reaches a willing simmer Somehow my skewed estrade seems vividerAlthough I know, near retreating, this is the way I’m lost in the limits of my terraza patio I write a few lines I think then I unthink Soon after the…
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timekeeper by Corbett Buchly
how old when you first noticedthe quiet clock in the room’s shadow?it hides there from room to roomquietly clicking its lips as ifwhispering subliminal thought the children press their skin outward emerging into adult forms the inches are minutes what is perpetual anywaydust may line its lidweight it down with…
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Invocation of the Lake by Lyn Good
I.I know you’re up there.I can see theshadow of your boat, itssilhouette amonument of broken promiseshanging above me,blotting out that melancholy light called the“day star.”The light which would illuminate therocks and mud, themoss and algae, thesnakes and snails and salamanders who have becometoofamiliar,were it not for theshadow of your boat.…
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The Love I had by Plamen Vasilev
Forever etched in my heart,Is the memory of my first love,A love that was pure and true,Sent to me from up above. With eyes like sparkling stars,And a smile that lit up my world,She captured my heart completely,And her love, I gladly unfurled. But fate had other plans,And she was…