By Dr.Imbesat Maheen Syed Stars falling from the sky into My hands Feeling the breeze on my face. Standing right here to enjoy the view, To begin this journey, Everything feels new. Just begin the journey, Not to lose, Not to win, But for the purpose of, The feeling of being free The … Continue reading Stars Falling From The Sky
A Utopian Flash
By Rob Schackne A utopian flash to be a rock and not to roll nothing says solar system like the rain wind up slow eyes birds scatter I mop the floor a poem or two clouds clear
Empty Seductions
By Gary Glauber Found within the squalor of mindlessness she struts proudly, walking down a cascade of elegant column-bordered steps & front & center, sings, “Hallelujah,” stretching the phrase to infinite syllables with a sweet songbird’s voice. Her satin blouse drinks in the spotlight to project this striking neon color that fills our eyes with … Continue reading Empty Seductions
Adoration
By Antony King I see you on this misty morn as you walk in solitude The summer dress that you adorn so bright... in vibrant hues. An elegance and beauty... of which none, that can compare… as the sun sings its lullaby, and gives light to golden hair. In all this splendid glory with a … Continue reading Adoration
Cue
By Gary Glauber She is touched by love within war, yet makes an effort to avoid what keeps her awake nights. She is lovely & disciplined, preparing routines ten times over, pleased with what the mirror relates. She memorizes all her father’s concerns, yet dutifully heads into this twisted world, a naïve pilgrim … Continue reading Cue
Yesterday
By Rob Schackne It meets the eye yesterday we met migrants walking on the beach out of sight they turned waxing crescent yesterday we met they came back there was a boat that's not it what meets the eye yesterday we met a bloodbath yesterday we met at the poetry shop yesterday we met on … Continue reading Yesterday
A Southerners View
By Antony King The heat is alive as the summer night looms The whippoorwill sings His repetitive tune The moss on the oaks sway gently on a breeze... For it is summer in the south, and a time... for tranquil ease. The laughter of children will sing through the air, as friendships are made... in … Continue reading A Southerners View
Autumn (Acrostic)
By Rizwan Saleem Alone Under deciduous trees That shed leaves like heavenly tears Undone like strings Memories flutter to the ground Now all my seasons are cold Rizwan Saleem is a Banker based in Dubai UAE. The thoughts and expressions detailed in his works are of his various escapades suffered through life, and of the … Continue reading Autumn (Acrostic)
The Departed
By Rizwan Saleem Covered, closed and sealed Fist after fist of moist sand Laid to rest The walk back now for the living A drive to return to an empty abode Wouldn't it be so much better to also bury the memories behind Carry on now i must, and still be near the places where … Continue reading The Departed
Ghost
By James D. Casey IV Full eighteen hundred years This place Has its undertone As do my words A dark young pine In the middle of a cemetery He calls out Telling me to play on So I do Over the levee I find solitude A place of forgotten morning … Continue reading Ghost
Academy of the Heart And Mind 