The Poetry of Emotion
Every night I dream your kisses, Your gentle touches and your sweet perfume, Last summer’s endless, silent blisses, Your magic eyes, your youthful bloom. I can feel your hand in my ruffled hair, The love that’s coming from your moving lips, Do you want that love with me to share, and to sail forever in... Continue Reading →
The dust on my shelves reflects a life of its own, A flecked veneer whose pallor suggests time. Where did it go, it seems to say, How was it, the journey to get us here? Was the faltering anyone’s to blame? I had you pegged for more than this, The cluttered messiness implies— More than... Continue Reading →
Addiction is a hand On your back Pushing you forward Without regard For the crowd Addiction covers your eyes So that you cannot see The harm being done Addiction plugs your ears And makes you oblivious Addiction shushes you When you try to ask for help Addiction is strong Until you face it Unblinking Unmoving... Continue Reading →
The mound had never been there before when we pulled in and parked in the field behind my house. You had never been there before, either, and you laughed, saying your life was in my hands. The mound looked so small in the middle of the field, so innocent, untouched yet by human feet. We... Continue Reading →
For a long time, such a long time, invisibility has ironed out the creases in my soul, so I can hide, so I can decide if I want to be seen. I was always hiding. But now invisibility hides me even from myself. It imagines my future as it has distorted my past, separated me... Continue Reading →
She woke in the midst of a vanishing darkness to feel but the irresistible pull of the dark entity like an incubus upon her womb it crushed her soul with the power of infinity. Galaxies gathered upon her breast chasing the breath from the gentle soul as she held her arms in a plea for... Continue Reading →
From the moment I rise in the morning how I remember everything— where my slippers sleep, how to get downstairs, where to find my dog and how to brew my coffee. I love to remember my first coffee in a Parisian café with grandpa at age sixteen— strong espresso and sugar cube, and how the... Continue Reading →
Gush of a guttersnipe requires no response. Growing up is knowing when to tune out. I may have all the mantras: lucid explanations. Honestly speaking, it still hurts. Photo by Andrew Neel on Pexels.com About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more than 350 journals... Continue Reading →
my soul chained with fears caged in a dark place cries with sorrowful tears down my pale, hollow face the notes of my song die before even being born my broken wings cannot fly deep in my heart, I can feel this sharp, constant thorn I dream of a new land the land of the... Continue Reading →
as I left long ago I knew we would never meet again anywhere any time in this world that is not ours yet I know we shall meet again somewhere some time in some world that is ours Photo by Riccardo Bertolo on Pexels.com About the Poet: Suchoon Mo lives in the semiarid part of... Continue Reading →
