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The Corner of Wells and Madison | Donal Mahoney - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Corner of Wells and Madison | Donal Mahoney

I know that if I ever
fall in the street
the way that man did,
in the middle of an intersection,
someone will mind.
But if unlike that man
I make it
to the other side,
scale the curb and
mount the sidewalk
and then fall,
no one will have to
drive around me.
There will be no extra noise.
There will be only the usual honking.
People walking by
will have to watch their step, true.
But this is Chicago:
No one can blame me for that.

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Vacancy and Ice | Jenny Middleton - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Vacancy and Ice | Jenny Middleton

Your questions brood over me
like clouds pregnant with snow
lolling recklessly across
a bitter sky.

and my words are hungry as a winter
grieving a skull pent cage
battering the salty barred lids of my eyes
with blunted blades fighting…

how quickly this expanse, this chisel
of vacancy and ice
has spiralled, dividing my body and mind

these halves of me are all
I dare
to trust your vagrant snow-blind touch with.
dawn seems distant in this endless anaemic night
that you insist should be glutted
with your silky tattooed sentences.

You seem not to see
them circle and pounce like uneasy vultures
at the parameters of each others meaning

and while these circuit my sieged mind
I can offer only my lips
alone in answer
but not their breath and voice.

Tragedy | Gemelene Magalona - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Tragedy | Gemelene Magalona

I left for you,

the hollow silhouette
of a faithful shadow
lurking in the wistful wilderness

where echoes of despair
wail in the crippling thickness
of a drowning silence engulfed
by yesterday’s haunting melodies

I left for you,

the plague of a lie
draped with the dulcet tones
from a vow-stricken promises
of eternity’s black veil of fallen petals

I burn the effigy
of poison laden dreams
and buried it in the
April graveyards of my crimson veins.

I left for you,

the jagged reflections
of my pristine memoirs,
as I rip my heart tonight
in tragedy of us.

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