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...
A Brooklyn Hug June 21, 2018September 20, 2018Arlene Antoinette 0 A moment of life in Brooklyn, New York. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
History begins June 21, 2018September 20, 2018Rosa Arlotto 1 Awaiting the birth of my grandson. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Sweet Fighter June 21, 2018September 20, 2018Gary Glauber 0 A poetic tribute to the memory of a favorite cat. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Poem Horse June 21, 2018September 20, 2018David Lander 0 Letting go of something beautiful. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
Leaving Mt. Baldy, Leonard Cohen June 21, 2018September 20, 2018Michael Lee Johnson 0 I came down from that mountain after many years of study and rigorous practice. Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...
future tense June 21, 2018September 20, 2018RC deWinter 0 once our eyes are open and we begin to breathe Share this:FacebookBlueskyThreadsEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPocketTelegramPinterestWhatsAppTumblrPrintMastodonNextdoorXLike this:Like Loading...