Rome in a Day | Edgar Law
They say Rome wasn’t
built in a day, which may
explain some of the cracks
in my foundation.
Please be patient while I’m
under this construction.
self-reflection poems
If You Look | Blanca Alicia Garza
I’m wild and beautiful
A free spirit misunderstood
I sing to the moon
The most beautiful lullabies
But sometimes I tell her
My sorrows as well.
If you look deep into my eyes
You will find I’m not
The heartless monster
Of your nightmares,
I hope someday you can understand
That the beast is not before you
But in your mirror looking back.
Gifts of Life | Chris Byrne
We all have a gift
Called life
That we seldom use,
We let our insecurities,
Our self-doubt, stop us
From living it to its fullest.
While we are all sadly
Somewhat scared of change, it is
Good for the mind and soul.
Born Again | Judy Moskowitz
Vultures and ravens
dance in anticipation
as they wait for their fruit
they know before we do
of sunken eyes that can
only give a flicker
the pallor of aged paper
parched and thin
is getting closer everyday
a shrinking future drifting
into a billow of clouds
inside the time capsule
of wants and needs
a three dimensional dream
my virtual reality tour
of wasted years
how do you get back
what never was
but should have been
stolen moments of a kiss
I’m still chasing an idea
the pursuit of my own
reinvention
United Hotel | Soodabeh Saeidnia
Hundreds of poets
Living inside me
Some are mature but master
in hiding the truth
Some are kids but write frankly
Some speak in mother tongue
but feel a foreign. Some decided
to migrate to an odd, faraway land
and never came back. They
inspire my poems
Some are believers, some not
They argue every so often
I’m not so interested in binging
on their hot bitter coffee
Anyhow, they never invite me
A few numbers are prisoners
Life-sentenced in the skull
Afraid to rebel against my heart
A few jailers too, grumpy, sullen
Control the mind from stem to stern
I lost some of them, when
they tried to pass the borders
And lost some more, when
a few tricksters promised them
a better life in a dream world
I don’t remember how often
they all stand on one thing agreed
I failed to bring them together
for writing a masterpiece but my poem
amalgamates the distinct pieces
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Bone on Bone | Judy Moskowitz
Looking into its core
From my balcony
The view is not pretty
I’ve seen it before
Entering and exiting
Taking on different sizes
Different shapes
It does not discriminate
This insidious thing
Weighs heavy on the scale
Glaring back at me
Knowing it’s secret
Is no longer safe as it goes
On a feeding frenzy
Complicated
Like the guts of a time piece
Ticking away
In ritual and repetition
Reflections inside
A cracked mirror
Muse Dethroned | Pragati Gupta
Who was till now
preserved in my heart’s cove,
garlanded with
the world’s most precious feelings,
ruby tears and emerald moments,
visioned the modern reality
of breaks and lies
withering and eroding the same
for good.
Unknown pleasure I derive now
to have dethroned you
from the heart’s throne,
which you never deserved.
The feminine ferocity is questioned
by the rebound poets.
The red plaza of love is buried,
ramshackled,
the skin-deep faith I live for.