Little blackbird, in Spanish you’re a mirlo, I hear you at dawn when the mists lie low, You are coal black & not of rainbow plume, Beak of sunshine & eyes that greet the moon, For sinning hunter, you are… Read More ›
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Ecstasy by Damon E. Johnson
It seems like you’re walking on heaven whenever you stroll my way your sweet smile erases my worries and brightens up my day Sometimes as you hold me close my heartbeat can be heard with the softest touch I get… Read More ›
Skin Deep by Tamsen Grace
Skin deep, get under my skin to see me, knee-deep in this insanity, beauty makes us weep. Ladies, must have thick skin, the epitome of beauty is said to be stick thin. The price we pay is steep. Shattered dreams,… Read More ›
Choking Chrysalis by Don Beukes
Expected marital bliss sadly amiss – Your celebratory holy matrimony seemingly momentous – A perfect testimony to love superfluous. Initial union becomes a daily communion of two souls melted – Individuality temporarily halted – Rehearsed tasks become your welcome mission,… Read More ›
Words of Truth by Ann Christine Tabaka
I search no more for words of truth, as my words died today. Buried beneath weary feet, that have trod too many miles. Missives all beaten to dust, are scattered far and wide. Settled on the path of indifference, devoured… Read More ›
Same as Looking at the Stars by Mark Andrew Heathcote
Who do you—think, you are What are you looking at —How did I address that? When I look into your eyes It’s the same as looking at the stars When we each wondered if If, either they’re dead or alive…. Read More ›
The Cage by Brenda-Lee Ranta
Once again, the slab of concrete, has become his bed Has repeated this so often, there are no tears left to shed He checks for his feelings but inside he just feels dead He lives in the prison of his… Read More ›
The Walk by Hugh Dysart
We’ve lived in skies of sunshine and laughter, floated on clouds, full of raindrops and tears We’ll travel through time into hereafter, walk that boulevard without any fears We’ll dream pretty dreams, never to awaken, hear silent whispers of the… Read More ›
Be Yourself by Piero G. Sarmiento Alosilla
I love being that poet Who doesn’t fit in. Who colors outside the lines With shades of puzzling innuendos Who transforms his paper trails Into outspoken crescendos. Shamelessly diving Into foreign Forbidden territory With the intention Of looking for New… Read More ›
Not for Sale by Shantelle ‘Elle’ McLin
I cannot rot in lowered confidence until it decomposes me It seems the only thing by my side these days is time As time fades away, it stales the moment Dry, brittle, crack feelings in its crumb-like existence Hoping it… Read More ›
