“Just Me and the Clock” by Dawn Pisturino

Long hours of night creep slowly by. Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . The clock clangs one. I am utterly alone. Just me and the clock. Tock. . . Tock. . . Tock. . . Tock. . . My cares all ceased with the setting sun, But that clock…

“Helen Of Troy” by Michelle Ayon Navajas

if silence had a voice it would have screamed a million battle cries and if Helen of Troy had a choice she would have made a statement when she was stripped down and displayed for men of war to choose.   kidnapped by Paris, or did she willingly escape?   if words could be wounded…

“Nature’s Kiss” by Jeff Flesch

I feel broken deep in my bones   a manifestation of love and of hope   a paradox, and reality for those that understand their mixture of tropes   strung along a line in the sky where creatures of earth dance   to silent tunes embracing me, and you in rapture   and in bliss…

“Flames of Love” by Julie A. Dickson

Firelight dances reflected in your eyes flames envelop burning wood slowly glows like your arms surrounding me until I burst into flames of love Copyright © 2023 Julie A.Dickson All Rights Reserved Julie A. Dickson is a poet and writer who advocates for captive elephants and rescues feral cats. Her poetry appears in over 55…

“Spring Renewal” by Cindy Georgakas

Rain taps on our window, flowers push their way through dirt, the sun kisses our cheek. Rejoice in birthing hope and faith. Say goodbye to darkness and despair, making room for light: Finding renewal. Grateful for new eyes to see, embrace each moment, blessed are we. The sun behind the dark cloud, forces us to…

“Came to Be” by Julie A. Dickson

Forgive me as I lose myself in love, from this moment held in your embrace; blue skies call, they beckon from above, cloudless as I gaze upon your face.   In morning light we’re walking, hands entwined; at noonday sun we look on azure sea, thoughts of you keep passing through my mind, how we…

“We Never Dated” by Michelle Navajas

can we be together forever and ever under the city night sky? we could cuddle together anytime, anywhere we could have popcorn and unlimited coffee over re-runs of “Friends” we could probably have scared or annoyed our neighbors for all the noises that we make for we’ve never dated ever, so we make the call…

“Reflections of the Moon” by Cindy Georgakas

Reflections of the moon have me ponder all that’s gone on in a dark sky. Battling of the night, calming of the soul of a broken heart.   To break is to heal, to bleed is to know you’re alive. Tears wash our inner world, scars scab over, light floods us with memories and chills….

“When the Morning Comes” by Dawn Pisturino

When the morning comes, Sun will shine with a different light, Earth will glow in a brand-new way, Moon will dance to a gayer tune, Clouds of pain will float away. Broken hearts will beat again, Empty eyes will see new life, Throats will open up and sing, Hands will break the chains of strife….

“Fragmented Sky” by Jeff Flesch

There’s brokenness in pain and in the naturally fragmented sky clouds dispersing   and coalescing at the same time   a windy mood drops through the trees   seeing majesty, knowing tragedy   and loving you very simply Copyright © 2023 by Jeff Flesch All Rights Reserved Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was…

“Reflection” by Joni Karen Caggiano

White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house.  Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again.  An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder of…

“Your Six and My Nine” by Shalini Narang

You see a six, and I see a nine, Let it not be a cause to draw a line. Perspectives can differ between yours and mine, Life offers a smorgasbord to wine and dine. Entertaining varied ideas help us grow, Opening doors to new views and vistas bring a fresh glow. Likes and dislikes, options…

“Les Sentiers de Vague-Nord IV: La Licorne” by Myriam Descendres

Mais que disait la licorne? Que disait-elle donc?   Au matin brumeux d’un hiver saccadé elle leva la tête et stupéfaite et observa son reflet dans la marre des gisants.   Elle ne souffla mots… Que purent-ils bien entendre? D’aucun n’écouta l’éloquence du silence.   Now enjoy the poem in English…..   Les Sentiers de…

“After The Day Of…” by Camellia S.

A storm on the surface of skin, Rivers of the moon, a night jasmine rises… Fingertips and raw melodies Strum drown a ladder braid… By the deep blue, something bubbles… Near the horizon, lies distraught lace… Crash of waves, trills of string, Up above, the stars forget to sing… The Chained Lady and The Hunter,…

“A wake-up call” by Smitha Vishwanath

I The day before the surgery The morning I went for a check-up I had no idea they’d want to operate But, my body, they said, needed fixing; I had no choice but to agree. The hospital was no super-speciality that boasted the latest gadgets But it sure had doctors Who made me feel at…

“Songs of Love” by Julie A. Dickson

Late day sunlight fades from view, as crimson shifts to darkest blue, only pale moon light is true, I lay my head in dreams of you.   Slumbered voices tend to croon, I’m left with such a lovely tune; songs of love will fill the room, final kiss, like rose in bloom. Copyright © 2023…

“I Wish Valentine’s Day Is Just Another Day” by Michelle Navajas

i wish Valentine’s Day is just a product of the imagination of poets and creatives alike to generate monetary compensation and to further their pursuit of recognition and epic breakthrough but it isn’t.   and so this day is just another epic day reminder «whatever happened to us?» another day for regrets and blame throwing…

“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” By Cindy Georgakas

Inspired by Pete Seeger Years pass in fields picking daisy’s, before you were a thought. He loves me, he loves me not.   Where have all the flowers gone?   We plucked each petal, you, and I, on a pinky swear, without a care, of promises made on a whim, and a blade of grass….

“Broken Grass” by Jeff Flesch

I see you in broken grass tall, formless, and looking to eat beside the hourglass   we slip through time   short in narration and long in susurrations, make the mind believe in love   a moments wonder sitting beside you, counting blessings easing tension   relating old fears to the waystation   time, no…

“Love during Ice Storm” by Julie A. Dickson

Crystals form from heated breath, my love and I entwined – cannot tell where each appendage ends   windshield glazed over, translucent light outlines shape of birds, nay doves on the wing, raptured   frenzied flight to ecstasy we reach for lips, caress down long spines a-tingle, my eyes see clouds   on glass, icy…