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”

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”

Whats the Good of It —Devereaux Frazier

what’s the good of writing/if nobody hears it or the power in song/if it’s only in your head why sacrifice to live a good life/if it never sees the light of day/the sun is a stage the earth is a proving ground/so show heaven the the dust created a worthwhile being/stars magnified thought and blessedContinue reading “Whats the Good of It —Devereaux Frazier”

Beneath the Moon | The Vision of Poets

It goes without saying That I was wrong I’ve been wrong So many times I have to wonder What is right Perhaps I have expected What one would say Was far too much From those Whom I’ve encountered From the human race I remember one by one When they turned And walked away Frightened ofContinue reading “Beneath the Moon | The Vision of Poets”

Spreading Wings | The Vision of Poets

Spreading Wings It’s hard to feel the words When you are dying Locked inside the vault Of your own skin It’s hard to reach for verses When your arms can’t reach for grace While DNR’s lie inked Beneath the pen It’s hard to find the rhyme Inside the rainfall Locked within the pain That fogsContinue reading “Spreading Wings | The Vision of Poets”