Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers

Here I am. Beergut, oyster sauce on my t-shirt, pantlegs twisted into corkscrews. I am the poem no one wants. I have been rejected from 17 blogzines, 5 of them fledgling, and not once with anything but a lousy-arse form letter. All I have been treated with is apathy, all those smug & coddled editorContinue reading “Poem that Refuses to Shoot Itself in the Head —MP Powers”

Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey

By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves dance It is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around itContinue reading “Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey”

Branches —Emotional Notions

We sit and talk  as you begin to explain,  all of your brokenness from whence it began. I silently listen and don’t interrupt. I feel of it’s essence your beauty of now. For it all has formed you the way you should be, for no one escapes  the brokenness tree. ©EN, All Rights Reserved emotionalnotions.wordpress.com

Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat

To my confidant, Ever since I’m in abyss with my thoughts, I’ve conceded this fact that I’m anonymous to many and familiar to none. I’ve been on hiatus for a while. Sometimes, I’m not able to retrieve the exact impression of you but I’m quite tenacious to your distant apparition, and these memories that I’mContinue reading “Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat”

The Quiet Spirit —Ancient Skies

The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within, unlimited beauty yet peaceful and confident, expecting even stronger poems hidden within, the restoration and rest. Ancient Skies Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT

most bridges don’t naturally burnusually they just collapseunder the weight oftheir own situationor some humanpressing The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣

Wild Dream – Life Of A Bleeding Crown —Ummi Salma

To feel without feelings To lock up before hearing the word broken To move effortlessly without hearing whispers of insecurity Is a world I could only dream of. If a glimpse of this dream is the closest to reality, Then I’ll take it. Not in full, but like shards of a broken glass, I’ll takeContinue reading “Wild Dream – Life Of A Bleeding Crown —Ummi Salma”

Should Twilight —Linda Lee Lyberg

Should twilight paint your silhouette in shades of amber and rose Recollections of past memories stark in black repose As I plunge, the cold winds murmuring in despair You’ve gone and where– There was once a white lucid thought of you and I Now naught but a broken grey shadow remains Swimming in the dustContinue reading “Should Twilight —Linda Lee Lyberg”

Âme Perdue —JoJo Alwaealy

Loving memory; “Kisses of the sweet.” As I begin with this story to tell, from whispering to the losing thoughts of discrete. While embracing the shadows, I run for you down the street. The beauty and grace, to remember them between the lane, I seek for answers beyond my burning sensation of the bittersweet. TenderContinue reading “Âme Perdue —JoJo Alwaealy”

Dadaist Collage Poems 1 & 2 — Elmediat

In 1920, one of the founding members of Dada, Tristan Tzara, wrote instructions for making a Dada poem, leaving the responsibility of selecting words and communicating ideas up to chance rather than the artist. Here are Tzara’s instructions: TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM Take a newspaper. Take some scissors. Choose from this paper an articleContinue reading “Dadaist Collage Poems 1 & 2 — Elmediat”