Yellow poem by Gabriela Marie Milton and a review of her poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings
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6 Tips: On beginning writing – poetry — Creative Expressions
6.Tips: On beginning writing – poetry For being a poet, one must read, listen and enjoy good poetry. That gives the aspirant a general idea about poetry and inspires him/her to try to write. He/she learns about the nature, content, form and other elements of poetry. In a poem, the poet expresses his/her feelings and emotions […]
6 Tips: On beginning writing – poetry — Creative Expressions
Read Poem: The secret Lover, by Tansy Roekaerts
Suffusion of sadness so tender,
What I yearn for lies inside.
In bed you await me,
Together we will hide
from those who think we have a choice
Or that one day you’ll be gone.
Believe you to be transient
A bus I can hop off and on!
I marvel at the swell of you
So familiar yet never the same
I know you’ll never leave me
Nor your power ever wane.
In bed I shiver with anticipation
For you’re my only truth
All else is farce, and only in your arms
Can I cry as I did in youth.
Accepting life would mean losing you
So that line will never be crossed.
Pain my most faithful lover! Pain:
All that remains from what I’ve lost.
Read Poem: Around the block, by Lamia Firasta
It’s Friday and I’m passing the station
But
Right above the station steps
Lies a young man standing
Most likely in his twenties
Trying to run away from life
Contemplating the feeble jump.
Only a few people notice
One lady says ‘you don’t wanna do this’
In an attempt to comfort him
And I think
There’s so much to live for then just this one jump
100 metres down
But then
Right around the corner
There’s some people in blue vests
Striking up a conversation
About how some girls don’t have access to education
But my money can help
And my blood boils
It curdles
I think
Theres a young man going to commit suicide and
only five people noticed
Yet 20 people in blue vests picket for education in third world countries
I guess I should donate all my money to this cause so that will fix one problem
But what about that boy who’s going to jump right around the corner
just ignore him ?
we’re too focused on changing the world
so he’s irrelevant
Making this big change in far away places
Helping people we don’t even know
But what about our own?
No one realizes
hat if change is right around the block
But maybe just maybe a revolution is just waiting to happen
If we stop that boy from falling
What if?
Read Poem: Trinkets, by Kartik Prajapat
if a home I had
I wouldn’t have discontinued
the trinkets, I find my life.
dispersed, decorative
they somehow have me they aren’t alone.
don’t figure out
who they are? or else you’ll
lead me, my urban
which you give the dreams
and where me, a dream daily dies.
a vase of 1990’s vintage stands
down in the mouth, porous, its skin
holds the patterns of the past,
sleazy newspapers read bulletins of the times horrible than ours;
in a pitcher, surrounds the life
of a broken lid, and no undersides.
thousands of kilos of polyethylene bags promises within,
an énouement sky I see over flyovers
gently sloping to our huts underneath
much the same as silt, grit, and gravels.
people where understand no people
think no more.
they couldn’t have but they’d skinned my cat for
their one-time meal and me, I ate my heart.
―Kartik Prajapat
Poetry Reading: Live Again, by Anika Anderson
Live Again, Anika Anderson
Alive but not living
Surviving but not thriving
Wearing masks, hiding identities
Controlled but not in control
Conforming to roles, titles and positions
Giving all but feeling empty
The meaning of me lost
A life summed
On that precipice of life, I awakened to a revelation
That the the key to me was found in my Creator
The Creator and His creation a relationship never fully explored
So I began seeking to know and understand
About my purpose and design in His master plan
What I discovered was peace, love , joy, trust and intimacy with Him
Most of all I discovered how to live again
Read Poem: The last words I ever spoke to my father, by Ross Vassilev
for Rossen V. Vassilev, Ph.D. 1952-2020
Tatko, are you hungry?
Are you thirsty?
Is the room too hot?
Is the room too cold?
Is there anything I can get you?
Do you remember all our walks in the park?
Which park was your favorite?
Do you remember all those summer days
we spent at the beach
listening to the waves
and looking at pretty girls?
Do you remember this photo of you and me
and Baba Snezha?
Do you remember the beach at Burgas?
Remember how we used to cook dinner every night
and then watched movies together?
Remember how we always forgot the bread till
it got all moldy?
Is there anything I can do for you now?
Are you hungry or thirsty?
Was I … a good son?
Did you really tell the nurse
that you’re seeing angels?
What do you keep pointing to in the corner?
Tatko, do you really see angels?
Read Poem: Old Flames and Fireflies, by RH Helm
The embers of an old flame
Sparkle like a firefly
The fire long since gone
Random coals still clinging to life
Not yet consumed by time
Keepsakes of days
Never to be recaptured
Shared only in secret thought
Now complete strangers
With only memories in common
Memories released like fireflies
From an old mason jar
They slowly disappear into the dark night
With an occasional flicker
Less consistent
Growing dimmer
But refusing to die
RH Helm
Written 9/28/19
Read Poem: What is life?, by Vrinda Nair
An illusion
or an introspection of our deeds
We are puppets in someone’s hands
Starting with aught and
ending with griefs
Restless souls, brooding over past
Lost in the mayhem of snippets of life
To be believed in nurturing
but become wayfarers of thoughts
Crossing many paths, handed aid to several
That was the mission
but juncture fiddled in like an alibi
Approaching the end-
What do we do?
Nowise…!
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