Reply | Izzy Noon
I would click
Reply
but what is there to say
Sometimes silence
is the best
or only
Response.
poem in english
Reservations | Izzy Noon
In he walks
offering his name
the same way he would
offer me his name
at the end of the night,
This long night my
mother warned me about
when I would have to
choose between misery
and loneliness
There was no popping
champagne to cap
the sordid meal.
Painfully Dancing Within | Michael Kagan
There on the dance floor
standing very still
rhythm rippling under her skin.
She is locked inside
wrapped in chains
nailed to the floor
no sign of tether.
Something old blocks expression.
The paralyzing gaze of another’s eyes.
Perhaps she dances alone
inside the quiet of her home,
paints in her room,
writing well-lit poems.
But out here on the wide open floor,
unable to own her freedom
Frozen stiff
Tortured shy,
You can feel her busting within
Knowing inside
If the demon would just let go
She’d spit fire
and dance like hell.
To Bathe in Ash | HR Creel
I gift my life
the remembrance
of ashes
rising like a phoenix
from what has been
razed to the ground.
Motel Poem Written under Bad Light | James Diaz
Some nights
the secrets
will not open
for me
street light hits
the curtain
crazy amber
dripping
from trees
I will never
climb
doors that will
not close
out the sound
have you ever been
fossilized like this?
Eyes skyward
fingers interwoven
drinking up dust
in the memory room
car lights in the
distance
inconsolable
loneliness of travel
and great undoing
where was I
going with all
of this?
Do you think
there’s hope
for the fallen?
Are we too crushed?
Are we not crushed enough?
Is it enough yet?
Is this what you wanted?
What you needed?
I Was Hoping | Alan Inman
I was hoping
for a crushed velvet life
a positive return
a get up from the sidewalk
a warm Sunday dinner
a beautiful escape
from the world’s hurts
a new face to wear
over the old hurting one.
Naught to Naught (6-13-15) | Sam Haddock
Towards the end of life
you count the cost
of all you’ve gained
and all you’ve lost.
Like your spouse and loved ones,
who’ve passed away,
and those cherished possessions,
that dissolved in space!
Not to forget elderly gains,
of arthritic joints and progressing pain,
with bouts of dysfunction, and crippling disease,
and uncomfortable accompanying indignities!
You yearn for sweetness, but suck on dregs;
as memory stutters, and the body decays…,
for the important things have faded away,
leaving tedious, boring, purposeless days;
and the only question that still remains,
is what, if anything, lies beyond the grave!
Carving | Angelica Fuse
I would
carve a better
more hopeful
world
if only I had
the proper
instruments.
Rainbow Eyed | Ananya S. Guha
Known, unknown
qualities bygone,
if I were the ever
it would never
be what is,
a mouthful of love
is not enough,
wish it were,
stampeding riot of colours
in oblivion. Dreams, never?
If I were the ever,
actually it’s all over
now, stampeding riot of colours. Let me be rainbow eyed.
Silent Sisters | HR Creel
They stand in rows, each one
a flower of absolutism, empty
mouths that would offer me
kindnesses and wisdom, if
only they had not made
their solemn vows, if only
they did not close wider
worlds off in their faith.