The Poetry of Emotion
Waiting to be released from the ward, I play ping pong with Wesley. We are laughing, I keep missing the ball. I’m surprised at his patience with me. A social worker calls him away, when he returns he’s pale. I see him slide down against the wall, arms wrap around drawn-up knees. His head down,... Continue Reading →
You have the innocence – no doubt about it – and your beauty’s long been welcomed into the orbit of my eyes. And then there’s the simplicity – the deceptive kind, like with your docility (somewhat misleading)... Continue Reading →
Watching together as relatives, friends pass-on a few whisper, Ger’s kinder man now than used to be as invincible fellow teenager… Yesterday I eyed a weary woman housecleaner glancing tearily at tarnished bronze figurine which when we bought small cabin looked beyond woodsy expanse from front porch -- before my wife demanded ... Continue Reading →
I woke up early to see Life wriggle his waist Without feeling a twist. Everything was going As planned in no rush Unknown it was a brainwash. Before the arrival of noon I've been trapped in between A sancrosanct life and sin. My life became an oxymoron With the duo of joy and sadness Walking... Continue Reading →
Metallic silver skies shading the hour that’s come with an un-future day scrape the minutes together with copper dreams of tomorrow’s gold Oh don’t you see the folly of a thousand byes fading the night that came in my out of season grey escape the hours forever with the false dreams sold Oh can’t you... Continue Reading →
A ricocheting heart that disembarks passionless will inevitably decay. Secret-keeping has calcified my heart and for each scar there is a risk that I will never take, a life that I will never live, and a regret that will swallow me whole. Prolific, my tears have exceeded their worth. I, who am more conscious of... Continue Reading →
Something the blue teenager sold you left you high and dry, priceless, with the evil of forgotten meals. and your handcrafted tattoo. A thing that amounts to ceaseless rain by sleight of hand, the blue teenager sold you something: a cause for wonder, a good luck charm, as you loitered in the hall pursued your... Continue Reading →
1 I opened the door to my intimacy ajar, In the end, a tatter thrown to the road is left. A fable interesting to none, the secret in the service of the one who scares and enchants. 2 Lo for Algol smacked me at the birth The path of the past burst forth The path... Continue Reading →
After only one week, I've been blown away by how many great poetry submissions we've received! 2020 is going to be a great year, and I'm so honored by these poets who have been willing to share their work with this poetry community! Our January issue is shaping up, and we're excited to look even... Continue Reading →
