Tag: poem
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‘Echoes of Fallen Trust’ by Ruchi Acharya
The dust settles down on my skinas I paint my imagination into my mind I can hear my breathings as I float nakedabove the pavement that once judged me I…
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‘Immortals’ by Sophia Jamali Soufi
Your absence chains the memories to my beingtime flieswithout passinglove passesAnd sadness remains eternalIt hurts the heartAnd it slowly digs into my existencetime flieswithout passinglove passesAnd sadness remains eternal… Author…
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‘Would You Put That Gun Down?’ by Diana Kurniawan
If you can fix anythingThe broken things andEverything else in betweenWould you put that gun down? If you know the answersTo life and death and alsoAll of the questions in…
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‘Time to Travel’ by Antje Bothin
Today is the dayYes, we go awayThe journey is plannedThe suitcases at hand It is a long driveBut we will surviveLots of food in the carAlso toilets are not far…
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‘Tree’ by Jonathan Fletcher
Like the elder oakin our front yard, you have stood tall, too,just not as long. With the wind,you also sway.Without the wind,you hang still. Though I’ve never served, you’ve never…
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‘Moon Rise’ by Rina Malagayo Alluri
hair pitch blackstreet lamp broken lightborn out of loveand out of sight eyes crescent moonsrise in the dark seasociety told hershe was not meant to be lips curved heartsspeaking out…
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‘Chubascos, Tios and The Doors’ by Christopher Rubio-Goldsmith
My friend told me this: she named her dog Jim Morrison.Learning this detail I walked home like a spacedout kid. My tios used to play “Light My Fire”all of the…
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‘True Citrus’ by M F Drummy
after Louise Glück’s “Mock Orange” It is the delusion that comes first, I tell you.Not the wild geraniumsin the untended vale. It is the delusion that germinates,then persists, telling usWe…
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‘Cubicle Field’ by Jacob Fortino
“Congrats!” On gold cards,And the Hugged stringThrough the double holes.Charms between keyboardsThat match winter, sleepswith dust For snow, in thethe silver flatboard dimmer. Author Bio: Jacob Fortino is a 23-year-old…
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‘Cinnamon’ by Alicia Turner
I saw you sunsetting, and wanted to say hello from the hook and bait, wanted to say you’ll never catch me because I’ve already been caught. If I were to…
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