Infinite Dad
/…teacher, greatest friend,
infinite bond without an end.
Before each fall your hand extends.
My wrongs and rights you would…
By Grace Y. Estevez
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His Struggle
/His struggle is a small…
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…do I find the balance. What is the difference? How do I try and help myself at night time from having the same gut wrenching dream of the people who are sadly no longer living? My loved ones who I looked up to when I was just a energetic, enthusiastic loved filled little boy…
By Jordan Howat
Read MoreAn Eejit And A Pal
/Darkspell Justice, my first novella…
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…laughter died away the further Flora trudged through the forest. She already kept to the edges of the lessons, away from prying eyes and the horrid whispers. Now she was doing her best to keep to the…
By J.M. Guilfoyle
Read MoreChronicles Of A Tree's Samaritanism
/I have written this poem for one of my friends…
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…hefty comrade of vacillating hours,
Thou screen my siesta from the Phoebus' fire.
Who stands amidst the huddle like a stout…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read MoreCity of Countless Boats
/It was written first in Arabic. The current version is a free translation.
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…one boat to another,
I wander between hazy lanterns
On the water that suppresses…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read MoreThe Clown
/She enters an antiques store and wants to buy a painting of a clown. The old proprietor reveals why she can't buy it.
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…started looking at the walls. She had enough furniture, but she needed something on the walls of her apartment in downtown Ashleyville, Ohio. She walked to the rear of the small, crowded store and…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreThat Place
/…have always wanted to go to
that place,
as a child I had seen it in a picture book.
Now, years later I stood…
By David Painter
Read MoreIf I Had A Voice
/…I had a voice to speak for Africa
My fatherland and that of my ancestors
I’ll gladly condemn the spate of inequities
That has gnawed deeply into our main…
By Christopher Okonkwo
Read MoreDeath by Fire or Ice
/…of her benefactors were dead. Even Robert. Her Robert. She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her…
By Hazel Dains
Read MoreThe Shadow Of Mortality
/A poem that reflects on the fragility…
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…was present from your early years
Though behind you, and obscure
The object of more worldly…
By Sam Bartle
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