Poetry
Poem – Scarred (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore ...
Poem – The Mess (By Henryk Baranski)
The Mess EASY FORM FOR QUICKNESS AND DRIVES LIES EARLY ON THE FORM OF NEW SCHEDULES WORN AND RIPPED BY STYLE AND CONDIMENTS ALL FLYING WITH THE VIGOUR OF THE EARTH AND TIDES REACHING OVER CLIFFS AND GRASS TO REACH ...
Poem – Ephipany (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
In stillness There are miles and miles… Journeys waiting In listening There is action. Motion. Doing. In peace There is fertile ground Ripe and ready. In today There is the first step, The gentle footfall, …living. Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore ...
Poem – Discovered (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Discovered - By Melissa R. Mendelson Torn and flayed I was from the Greenlight until I found home along the Triggerstreet, and a community kissed and healed all that was destroyed. Then, I took flight, nestling into the Author's Den ...
Poem – Cruelty (By Melissa R Mendelson)
The cruelty of mankind is to be blind to innocence. When the streets run red, some awaken to the pain, but others stay cold, hard. The beauty of humanity is strangled by hands fumbling with knowledge, minds refusing to open, ...
Poem – RELEASE (By Roger Singer)
RELEASE - By Roger Singer Strong pulses water my eyes as I fail under collapse of trying to control, to stand or sit. My feet, weak, pull at my legs, like gravity forcing the moon to fall. The grief backed ...
Poem – The Retired Artist (By John Grey)
THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I'm just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you're keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If ...
Poem – The Silvering (By Henryk Baranski)
The Silvering I AM LIVING WITHOUT MIRRORS WITHOUT THE VIEW OF RIGHT AND OF LEFT I KNOW NOT IF MY BEARD IS SHORN IF MY HAIR IS KEMPT IF MY COLLAR IS CLOSED I STEP DOWN FROM BATHROOM TO HALL ...
Poem – Song of America (By Gil Hoy)
Song of America I. I see you, Walt Whitman, an American Rough, a cosmos! I see you face to face! I see you and the nameless faceless Faces in America's ageless crowds of men and women who you saw ...
Poem – The Spider Web (By Danny P. Barbare)
Tangled up in a spider web what an icky feeling thought after thought then suddenly I’m bitten. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and off for ...
