Category: Poem

I always notice the little things That make life worth loving. I see the crimson cardinals In the bushes beside my house. But the female cardinals are Dull. Why didn’t God light their bodies Ablaze? Nature isn’t going to change. But why do people refuse To appreciate this world? I’m guilty of a lot of… Continue reading Read Poem: RED OCTOBER, by Cala Palmer

Soul tired, drained Exhaustion, overwhelming. Fear of knowing that, Each day brings uncertainty. Deep breaths in, One, two, three. Air filling my lungs, Soul replenishing. Soul ties, red lines Connected to others. Soul to soul, Leaning upon your shoulders. Soul and nature, Intertwined with the universe. One in one, hand in hand My soul is… Continue reading Read Poem: TIRED SOUL, by Deanna Davidson

there’s something so precious about childhood delinquency, ripping off wings of innocent things still flying pretty in the air. why do kids destroy the delicate, the breathing bodies of inchworms gutted on the playground, caterpillars given autopsies on the curb. the thieves of breath. but when faced with something already dead by nature’s hands kids… Continue reading Read Poem: CIGARETTE GUTS, by Aviva Lilith Van Pelt

(Inspired by Dr. Seuss) Business was slow, I had nothing to do. I sat in my office, Tying my shoe. I sat there in silence, And stared at the clock. And wished it were Friday, Or at least 12 o’clock. Too early for lunch, Too late for a break. I tapped on my desk, No… Continue reading Read Poem: DON’T LISTEN TO HARRY, by Wayne Johnson

For the beaming rays, blinding my eyesight For the bumper to bumper traffic Yellin “This ain’t right!” Turn my music up, gotta slap it Calm my body from the fight or flight For the potholes I’ll forever dodge you Like you were never insight For the broken gates, creating shortcuts Roasting sessions Little boy yellin… Continue reading Read Poem: OAKLAND, by Annecea Ward

Succumbing to my darkness was as simple as lying down in a field of blackened daffodils. Once soft butter petals coated with ash. No more sweet smells of rebirth; instead, the scent of stinging smoke taints my sinuses, traveling so far as to burn the back of my throat—like a sickness. I lay in sickness.… Continue reading Read Poem: A Bed of Black Daffodils, by Erika Newcombe

Why is every leaving a coming home? Why is every coming home a leaving? Carried away by the strong wind, quickly trying to untangle the chords of its string, my soul lies untethered The ground soars beneath like a brown bag of sadness And even the smell of the earth is replaced. Here, I am… Continue reading Read Poem: LIGHT OF SILENCE, by Megha Anne Wilson

You made me a friend I asked will you be my daughter you said yes I got a daughter as well as a friend the sun rises, hope begins the earth is born love blossoms as a father I was totally inert like a hill in a desert you were a sweet dream I miss… Continue reading Read Poem: A burning heart, by Sandip Saha

A madman crushed her favorite makeup To paint my mother’s floor. Imagine rouge On top of powders, scattered door to door. “I’ll clean this up!” I say till she’s relieved, Obedient enough to swallow her Tart, medicated, Lotos-like ice cream. She’s less combative, calmed by her morphine. The mind’s embrasures, freed from pain’s embrace, Will… Continue reading Read Poem: Mother on Morphine, Dreaming of Anna Magnani, by LindaAnn LoSchiavo

I am butter I am lonely I am raw I will never Know love I have A Flavor of Rage That has a Curdle Pyre Circling my dreams Haunting my Life I could never marry I could never birth a Life All my Ephemera Is so scary Inside me It’s like See When I vomit… Continue reading Read Poem: ISAAC, by Stella Gleitsman