Volantem Daemoniorum December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Christopher Stolle 0 Dark angels ascend from Dante’s seventh circle— manics who composed their anguish Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Words 4 December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Hart L'Ecuyer 0 here I sit, & think not where the danger of this adverse town Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Clefting December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Yuan Changming 1 Between two high notes The song gives a crack Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Where we will meet December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Rosa Arlotto 1 Missing loved ones Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
nightcall December 20, 2018March 20, 2019RC deWinter 2 An invitation. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Disguise December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Robert Thimmesh 1 A poem about passing, being believed to be something by others which one really is not at heart. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Angry Little Abel December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Ron F Berisha 0 Like a little Abel Wounded premature Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Simple Beliefs December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Megha Sood 4 This poem talks about the unfettered belief and the respect for the tradition carried out by our elderly. It is an ode to their simple beliefs. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Closeted December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Mary Mills 0 The circle grows smaller as each throb conspires to rob my fingertips of feeling. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Almost Rimbaud December 20, 2018March 20, 2019Mary Shanley 0 A poem written with an eye toward the spiritual, magical. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
this skin i wear September 21, 2018December 20, 2018RC deWinter 12 and now that darkness has swallowed the sun Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Blooms September 21, 2018September 20, 2018Arlene Antoinette 2 A deaf woman uses nature for self healing. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Memories of Night Fishing September 21, 2018September 21, 2018William C. Blome 0 Bloodworms, scotch, banana bread, and histories with Khartoum whores I wish were still alive and fat and vivid as anthracite in moonlight. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Pearl September 21, 2018September 20, 2018Sarah Marrs 0 Through loss one’s character develops through the relentless toil of grief, like a simple grain of sand transforming into a beautiful pearl. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Recursive September 21, 2018September 20, 2018Megha Sood 4 This poem talks about the physical and the mental pain a body goes through with chronic disease. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Expectations by Gary Beck June 21, 2018September 20, 2018Rhonda McClam 0 A Glimpse into your Mind’s Eye: When Reading Poetry Exceeds your Expectations. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...