Nest —Mike Ennenbach

today as you sleep, i stare at the ceiling pondering the sea salt crystals on your lovely hands as they dig through the crates of my every unspoken thought the hard tangle of roots writhing just under the flesh the forks of lightning dancing within your eyes as you seek the hidden words in everyContinue reading “Nest —Mike Ennenbach”

Clouds —Priyanshu Mehta

I look up above and wonder If it’s a sad thing To be clouds To not be able to confide in The Sun, the stars or in crowds To keep changing colours So they can keep celebrating the sky To keep floating around So little birds can fly and dive and enjoy To drain yourselfContinue reading “Clouds —Priyanshu Mehta”

In Between —Danica Aquino

I want to fill the spaces in between, Don’t think of me in the morning, When the earth is kissed by the first ray of sunlight, Don’t think of me when you’re stuck in traffic and you seem so angry waiting for the cup of coffee to kick in, Don’t think of me when youContinue reading “In Between —Danica Aquino”

Desert Dancers —Scott Andrew Bailey

In a growing desert on flowing sands Sinking down into dried oasis A market thrives Rich men and women trade Food for souls Hot air for agreement And everyone dances While the sands sink Everyone laughs and sings Scott Andrew Bailey blog His poems are published in A Spring of Dreams (UK) and A SpringContinue reading “Desert Dancers —Scott Andrew Bailey”

The Itch —Roland

THE  ITCH There’s a joy in scratching an itch Which increases the more that I do it The more that I try I ask myself why Can’t I give my whole future to it. And when I eventually try To give up the scratching, then why Does this damned itch’s curse Get so Intensely worseContinue reading “The Itch —Roland”

My Wolf —Women Who Think Too Much

I have howled mournfully at the Wolf’s moon, knee deep in the snow of a frozen winter’s night. Grieving the loss of my lover, the fantasy of he and I tangled in white, cotton sheets, touching for the last time his rough face happy, content, in love, just an illusion. It’s complicated, he growled as he changedContinue reading “My Wolf —Women Who Think Too Much”

Eyes What Do They Say —Kavya Gupta

I see, I watch, I look, I roll, I give comfort ; to my soul, I blink, I wink,  I’m disappointed , I sink. I may be shy , I may be expressive, I may be anxious , I may be aggressive. I cry and tear, I water and wear, I scream , I glareContinue reading “Eyes What Do They Say —Kavya Gupta”

The Sound of the Sparrow —Michael33

The Sound of the Sparrow We’ve always been here Some of us just lingering in the silence Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn Awaiting the beautiful sound Of the sparrow Often we may linger Only briefly fore your eyes Like diaphanous hues of dawn Awaiting the sun We’ve always been here Some ofContinue reading “The Sound of the Sparrow —Michael33”

Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets

i am afraid that i will forget days as soon as i live them so i make lists to force myself to live to force myself to remember that i did live (that i was alive) (because is it really living, this?) recoding everything i have ever done like it has any meaning at allContinue reading “Consequential Circumstance | The Vision of Poets”

Poetry Day 322 —Not Not Nerdy Girl

i am afraid that i will forget days as soon as i live them so i make lists to force myself to live to force myself to remember that i did live (that i was alive) (because is it really living, this?) recoding everything i have ever done like it has any meaning at allContinue reading “Poetry Day 322 —Not Not Nerdy Girl”