Category Archives: poem
Read Poetry: Monachopsis, by Stephen Perro
Draped in Liquid Laughter Dawned with Pretentious Hope fraught with silent Resolve silent Resignation I clamor; I wait Pressed against the glass against the glass of self-indignation Watching people engage & Smile on the other side of the window It begins … Continue reading
Read Poetry: DEFAULT STATE, by Eduardo Escalante
“CHANGE your switch”, I’m stepping out of the sad resounding of adulterated answers. They hurt like bites. The lies cage of likely beaten I root through God’s absence. The hatreds bringing desolation to the innocent while somewhere so close maybe. You know sudden black. Don’t you remember? Take It out. Someone will remember time’s up. Bitter lies, pallidly interweaving. Outside my door, Back to your hell. And something Important I’ve always been trying to say Love. Not a foreign Kingdom or a cold headstone without an epitaph. * * * Watch Poetry performance readings: Watch Poetry made … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Desks, by Tessa Foley
He would never have told her, drawn and cauterised He watched her in cold concentration and believed She’d one day touch his knee on motorways and wear his Own green shirt to draw the curtains. He can note she’s not … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Writer’s Life, by Eirini Antoniou
It was a sad and cloudless morning I took my pen out of my kit And put a feather in my head Did I really think it would help me to write best? I ate an apple and drunk some tea but the ideas were still not pouring out of me. I started crying from despair then I went to the fridge to eat a pear. “Let’s see a movie” I told myself “Or read a book that would be the best!” I run with joy up and down even my spider thought: “we have a crazy one around” The evening found me in the bathtub thinking “that’s it, my fate as a writer it’s done”. I threw away my pens and pencils even my favorite notebook full of sketches. Two months passed and I still cry. I always thought I would be a writer for life. I walk pass the places I loved to write and I don’t speak with people I used to inspire. Friends have left me all alone and I have no one to turn to when I feel alone. They say “you act like your best friend died” which is true my writing has gone out of sight! Searching and searching I sat by the sea I closed my eyes and my mind was full of dreams. An empty page came my way and I started writing about my long day. … Continue reading
Read Poetry: I AM, by Eftichia Kapardeli
I’m the sun that heats up your frozen lips I am the night rain who hid the flowers Browses In the windswept hole And your wounded breasts I am the peace I’m your new one wings and freedom I’m your smile open intoxicating rose of foliage of your heart I am the rustling ΕΙΜΑΙ Είμαι ο Ήλιος που ζεσταίνει τα παγωμένα χείλη σου είμαι η νυχτερινή βροχή που κρυφά τα λουλούδια ξεφυλλίζει στο ανεμοδαρμένο ακρογιάλι και στα πληγωμένα σου στήθη είμαι η γαλήνη *** Είμαι τα καινούργια σου φτερά και η ελευθερία είμαι το χαμογελό σου … Continue reading
Read Poetry: Precious Little Girl, by Murna Safford
“KNOW WHO YOU ARE” Thick, intertwined tresses flow down her narrow back side. She entered this world with her eyes open wide. Beauty paled only by a graceful allure. A precious, little girl of the world yet unsure. Eyes of … Continue reading
Read Poetry: THE OUTSIDE, by Prateek Nair
Genre: Dark, Angry, and Life Standing in the outside looking in, The look of innocence resonates the outer skin, But the true being within doesn’t represent where all the outside has been Fond, sweet, and soft to the touch, Seeming heavenly … Continue reading
