Gitana Cafe by Virginia Mateias, Monthly Contributor site: https://mobile.twitter.com/mateiasvirginia to Steve At nightfallthe last Elders of the city arriveat Gitana’s – the cafe in the corner.The trees abandon their thoughts in an abundance of layers on the pavement acrossand red-blooded gypsies hide themselvesin paintings.The front seat is left unoccupied nowadaysas the Elders of the city…
Categoría: poetry
Come Spring by Rene Hunter
Come Spring by Holly Rene Hunter, Monthly Contributor site: https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com/ On a grassy knoll behind a mock castlebeneath Aristophanes clouds of adventuresurrounded by harems of wood spritesscattering seeds among hearts of loversUnder the cover of smokey pinesbreathing pungent amber resignthere in the unruffled pools of your eyesI will die just a little. @Holly Rene Hunter…
Drifting by Gary Black
Drifting by Gary Black site: Whaligoe Eye – Whaligoe Eye Bundle mein to Love’s waiting roomFloating weightlessin an ocean of skyDon’t dropmy crystal whispersof hopein which I cry As I driftwith a compassof fragmentsEverywhere is nowhereand in betweenMagnificent calderabetween mind and heartWhat’s meant to be @Gary Black, December 2021 Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller…
Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajas
Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajassite: https://michnavs.wordpress.com/ i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted? the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventuallyit will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind youof the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcomethe scars, in effect, will make you…
Those Moments of Living with Myself by Pragalbha Doshi
Those Moments of Living with Myself by Pragalbha Doshisite: http://www.pragalbhadoshi.com The Earthof my Beingas if is splittinginto partsyet again Dry landsof my emotionsas if fuelingFiresof my thoughts Wildfires spreadingno tears rainingto feel the wetsome churning felt Ice blocksof my poetryas if thawingtricklingthrough the cracks Rivers stagnantof rejoiceas if flowingyet sludge still Winds of my Beingas if…
Under the Sycamore Tree, A Cancer Rots #conceit No.1 by Selma Martin
Under the Sycamore Tree, A Cancer Rots #conceit No.1 by Selma Martin site: https://selmamartin.com/ Eating away like the putrid cancer that I amholding tight the lies and secrets deepfossilized I was until the fool turned me overunder day blight, he’s finding me not worth the keep there’s always the hunger problemI see itching inside his…
The Boy Who Could Play by Camellia
The Boy Who Could Play by Camelliasite: https://twitter.com/20_camellia Every evening below her balcony,When the bougainvilleas darkenedAgainst the setting sun….She saw the boy, catch Butterflies on their way home…Like promises caught and released…The schoolgirls cried,Like milkmaids with broken pots…Yet she could see his lonely heart,Gasping for breath…It just couldn’t…wouldn’t beat… @Camellia Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller…
Pale Veiled Memory by Karima Hoisan
Pale Veiled Memory by Karima Hoisan site: https://karimahoisan.com/ Pale specter in the mind of nighttime’s sheer illusions,You no longer glide through my blowing veiled halls.Hard reality, sometimes known as truth, has snatched you upAnd turned you into boring commonness, so cold and colorless. But I remember an open window, when your time was my time,Where…
Savor Tender Moments by Cindy Georgakas
Savor Tender Moments by Cindy Georgakas Monthly Contributor site:www.uniquelyfit.net My eyes cast shadows of reflections,as you swoop down nestled in under my arm. Your branches reach far and wide. Time stands still and feels like eternity,as we unite and take flight. Secrets shared, fire ignites,burying skeletons,of the past. It was just you and me.No traces to track of our whereabouts.Messages in a…
Zugunruhe by Jared Povanda
Zugunruheby Jared Povanda[author’s site] Winter is coming on, and the birds are restless. It’s called Zugunruhe, that migratory anxiousness birds feel. German, of course. I cry when I’m anxious. Grief belongs to lakes, mourning to oceans, don’t ask me why. I listen to the birds cry at the moon and feel like an onion skin…
LOCH NESS by Rob Taylor
LOCH NESSby Rob Taylor[author’s site] Its an enigmatic trait watchingthe vast cryptic waters that hidean illusive sweet beastprimordial dancing phantoms of lightskim over its distinct perspectivetheir direction fluctuantand at times… retrospective across the craggy road we driveto the Foyers fallswhere the kelpies dwell among ptarmigan callsand wispy wishes floatin secretive summer shadethrough a garden of…
Poem by M. Taggart
Poemby M. Taggart[author’s site] Wrapped around a child’s fishing pole, livesa vibration of time steadily stamping outa form of a memory. Time, which floats inand out of the child’s consciousness whileinhaling the smell of pond watermixed with the blue sky covering the topsof the pine trees- he does wonder about time.When does time stop.How do…
Monosyllabic Kiss by Timothy Price
Monosyllabic Kissby Timothy Price[author’s site] Lips lock in a kissTongues play yours and mineThat is all the French we knowBoy and girl caught in cold rainHow much steam will rise?Come up for air from time to timeMouth to mouth brought back to lifeLost in lust we find our loveAnd seal it with a kiss @Timothy…
There is a place by Jude Itakali
There is a placeby Jude Itakali[author’s site] There is a place I flee to every nightA place of hopes and fearsFor as I cradle hope, fear creeps inAnd as fear consumes me, only hope remains!Through day’s facade, my mind lingers in this placeReason tells me to ignore itTo turn my footstep to safetyBut when dusk…
Avatar by Virginia Mateias
Avatarby Virgina Mateias[author’s site] Wonder came firstat your eyes, so deep and green,at your singing, by my side,at your tenderness, when night comes!A caress came second, like a gust of wind…not the touch of human handbut a tide that lingered on my trembling, weeping skin!«Oh, if only it weren’t for your skin,that thing to separate…
Freedom by Shailja Sharma
Freedomby Shailja SharmaFollow on Twitter: @drshailjasharma Freedom is comingOxygen is spreading outThe fear is decreasingDay by dayDecade by decadeBreathing slowlyWith no rush to be anywhereI am where IWas meant to beOn the bridgeOf this breathThe bridge isThe destinationIt’s pure freedom @Shailja Sharma ABOUT US Welcome to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA was founded by Juan Re Crivello as part…
Autumn Veil by Rob Taylor
Autumn Veilby Rob Taylor[author’s site] Sometimes i walk where the pastlaid its head to rest on weathered cobble stoneslime trees rise over the avenue of forgetulnessas wearied breaths billow up from lonely faces on park benchesi should have known the world had become apond like reflectionrippling through itself in search forshattered rainbow tales where the…
beauty doth reside in the heart… by Jeff Flesch
beauty doth reside in the heart…by Jeff Flesch[author’s site] I sit atop a tree, taking in the beauty seen,beneath the forest floor, andabove the skyline,amber tossed lessremorse(d) once felt deep within my chest, memoriesof another time, flood the senses, as Icontinue to staypresent to the night watchmen, standing guard, soft, andloved by all the dearestparts…
Necklace by Vipul Vij
Necklaceby Vipul Vijauthor’s site: https://mobile.twitter.com/vijvipul I keep on collecting wordsfor romancing her soul each word dipped in my tearsburnt in my emotions losing control to weave for her a necklace using thread of my thoughts untold; I’ll leave this necklace of wordsto decorate place of her final restwith a wish that these pearls adorn her made from love, loss…
Winds Brings Gusts of Change by Cindy Georgakas
Winds Brings Gusts of Changeby Cindy Georgakas[author’s site] Blustery windsaccentuated by tempestuous chill in the air,ignite tumultuous waters. The Raven takes flightoffering insight and healing power, flying, creating equanimity. Dark like the nightand full of light, holding death,longevity and fertility; where the circle of life continues …. holding space for the void, where creation is…
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