Roses | Mónika Tóth
facing
all directions …
red roses
poetry site
Space for Love | Pushmaotee Subrun
For love to bloom again
For couples to bond all over again,
Instead of wilting in pain,
Why not make it all a mutual gain,
With private talk, understanding, patience,
A dose of tolerance and perseverance?
Love will certainly bloom in abundance.
With space for intimacy,
Thus, gaining supremacy.
Potluck Poetry | Mary Bone
The poetry was potluck.
I brought something to chew on.
People were dozing off and
falling off chairs.
We took our leftovers home,
to gnaw on another day.
Eyes | Mónika Tóth
Dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile
1.
I love your eyes your beautiful eyes,
for they speak of a thousand words.
2.
Your beautiful eyes
They are splendid
pretty and lovely
3.
I admire you
Nested | Christine Emmert
Without wings
I sit, high in the palm of the tree,
looking down on earth beneath
where others walk.
I would fly away as snow drops
but the white chastity of winter
spreads around the landscape
until it is lost.
And what have I found here?
A perch above that which is taken.
Happy Hours | Gopal Lahiri
Borrow those
Happy hours
I want to count
The time layers
Smell the minutes
And tiny seconds
Float like petals
In dense tequila
under the blue
Death light
Soaking in
past images
And late evening
metaphors
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Beginning | Tianyu
Loneliness at midnight,
Like a sharp blade.
Scratched but no trace.
Stop but no peace.
It’s quietly approaching behind.
Like putting fire in oil.
If a meteor does not fall,
Darkness will not draw.
Always hovering in
front and back of the intersection,
It seems that everything is not far.
But the result is faint.
When everything,
It has already begun.
And everything,
But it’s just beginning.