Poetry and Me by Don Matthews

Poetry to me’s About pulling emotions Sad, happy, angry Concocting life potions Sometimes the potion’s Concocted with sad Draws at the heartstrings (We’re not all iron-clad) Sometimes the potion’s Concocted with fun Blues and dark shadows Get scared off, and run Then there’s the potion That pulls anger out Extreme emotions The writer’s about Doesn’t…

Spectrum of Traits by Rinku Mani Devi

The vibrant and squalling sound Brought our child to life, Stained with my blood Her tender body emitted a supreme And divine spectrum of traits, As if all the colours of the light Were the jewels bestowed upon her By the grace of the omnipotent; With each colour narrating a tale About her glistening fate….

Fire in the River by Mercedes Freedman

Jafar says goodbye to the policeman who knocked on his door a while earlier. He goes to the dining-room where his eyes come to rest on the table, laid for dinner with Hadi when he comes home from university. He will have to get used to his meals without his son from now on.  He…

Lasso the Sun by Sarah Whiley

Lasso the sun?If only I could.I’d make you stay,If only you would. You captured my heart,But not mine you.A one way river.A dried up slew. I wanted to trap you,Encase you in stone.Secret you away,As mine alone. But you shine brightly,As only I dare.My eyes avert yours,An imperfect pair. I’m left in a wastelandOf my…

Space Reversal by Don Matthews

Expansion – do you like it ?I must admit I don’tMore people, cars, pollutionGive me more space ? – you won’t In fact your space reversingA feeling I can’t bearIt makes me claustrophobicDon’t think you really care Perhaps I’m just old-fashionedAnd long for yesterdayWhen people, cars, pollutionDid not get in my way Forgetting me, I…

PANDEMIC by Michael Walters

(An Acrostic Poem) Panic begins as the malaise reaches across all types of borders And an invisible war is declared out against these microscopic invaders National divides along ideological lines, some invested in science, others in publicity Determined to belittle the virus into defeat Except that particular defense didn’t work Making things more difficult for…

Morning Eyes by Janani Arvind

Sweet voice of a songbirda crow’s caw cutting throughthe crunching of beans in the coffee machinemoist and cold and warm at the same timeunder the sheets, sprawled over your chestnever woken to a better morning evera sigh, a caress, a kissyour awareness and my sleepy yawnsuntangling limbs and the pour of fresh coffeeparting mist, warming…

Quietude by Simmi

Just like a bridgeAnd the placid unfresh underwaterYour heart goes stillYour teal fades into grey I’m fishing for the cowardVersion of meSo to reveal to you the lighthouseFaraway from here in the neptune Folklores about the darknessBut in the daylightAs you are a craven like meWe make a perfect saturation The vague distant woodsCan’t see…

Strategy for Productive Writing by Bogdan Dragos

“I tried to hire my mentally ill brother,” he said. “I gave him a knife. He’s forbidden to touch them but I gave him one anyways and told him to use it on me. That was my strategy for productive writing. My brother would stand by the door and I told him to cut me…

Listen Up There Rhyming Board by Don Matthews

Listen up there Rhyming Board(Yes you lot in the sky)I have a group of rhymersWho cheer me as I try Please don’t disappoint themDon’t come down on me hardI want to write new poetryI’m not another Bard Don’t worry ’bout my grammaBlindfold your eyes to ain’tI might spell great as ‘trifficI’m no-ones poet saint I’m…

Stars Go Blue by Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

It was a secret place, a quarter acre of Eden abandoned and erased from the mind of mankind the instant the original sin was committed, and I had stumbled upon it quite by accident. No, that was a lie and I promised myself I would not defile the sanctity of the garden if it could…

Writing by Stephen Allen

The internal tempest rages on From pen to roiling page Unbound, left to rend and tear Without thought or care Rant and rave, hear and there Burdens too much to bear Words of hope lust and fear As the end of the page draws near -STEPHEN ALLEN (Stoic Poetry) Stephen Allen currently resides in Austria…

How Teenage Life Changed by Saania Saxena

Being a highly social generation, the pandemic sure changed our lives in ways nobody could ever have imagined from online schooling, to trying lockdown recipes, to video calling our loved ones to name a few. We, teenagers, are at a stage in our lives where we rely on and are heavily invested in social interactions….

Commercials on a Loop by Bogdan Dragos

they didn’t even know who the kid watching TV in the other room was but maybe that was not their number one problem “You goddamn bitch,” he said. “Tell me! Tell me you didn’t steal any from me, so I can say I don’t believe you. C’mon, tell me!” “Fuck you,” she said. “You lost…