Keyboard | Baris Semerci
synthetic diamond
alphabet revolution
permanent carte blanche
expressing all emotions
with the same worn out keyboard
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emotional poetry
I Am | Mónika Tóth
I am just a woman
I smile when i see you
I cry when i am sad
I laugh when i am happy
I am dreamer
I am sinner
I am thinker
I am believer
But always unhappy
But
Love Is | Stan Morrison
love is really an action word
must be felt, not just heard
conspicuous when present
by deed more than intent
to know, to trust and to feel
love is a wrap-around deal
Cottage in a Concrete Jungle | Bipul Banerjee
Lurching skyscrapers
Breeding on drying emotions
Bricks and Mortar filled with steel
Air conditioned waves of artificial intelligence
A chaotic urban circus
Of disdainful grace
There stands a cottage of happiness
Blessed with shades of contentment
Thatched roofs and open windows
Where the Sun merrily shines
Bypassing the daemonic man made concrete
Ignoring the jostles of honking jokers
Filtering the polluted vehicle sprouts
A tilted rocking chair
Fluttering pages of biblichor
Aroma of freshly brewed coffee
The nostalgia of memory lanes
A world within a world
Word within verses
Transports me to remote expeditions
Destined to glories of
Ultimate unifications
The Fan Club | Judy Moskowitz
Something has invaded
My psyche
Playing love songs
To my ego
Clawing its way
To the frontal lobe
As it masturbates my mind
From shallow waters to
Exultant jubilee
Making deals
Of quid pro quo
Words unread
With a half moon smile
Blurring the lines
A closed button hole
With a commanding voice
To like the page
Or blood will flow
From hatchets
Without a face
The neighborhood changing
Cut and paste
Today | Ananya S. Guha
Today was not another day
the ripples were missing
the laughter hid behind trees
the sun did not play nor seek
today I woke up to a morning where everything seemed like the supine hills, I’ve lived upon played
on their laps and listened
to incantatory voices
but, today was not everyday
I wanted to take a dagger and stoke my feelings, into
a slice of half-driven poetry.
Time to Get Crack-a-Lacking on That Grief of Yours | Paul Tristram
Stop trying to fight the flood,
damming that river of anguish
twisting through
your heartbroken soul.
To ‘Feel’ is to ‘Heal’
it’s all but a small step
up a bigger staircase.
A universal suffering…
which we all connect to at times
upon this haphazard road of life.
Cry… cry again… then some more,
absorb… release… purify.
Cast your unneeded anger
to the howling winds,
it’s merely road-blocking
your better, brighter emotions.
Luck and light return often
just as quickly and unexpectedly
as they both depart.
In your darkest hour,
cruellest corner…
be nice to yourself,
remember when the mirror
beamed brilliantly back at you
and hide not away from the New Dawn.
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