Old Doors
/…he side wall of my local theater
Is the outline of a doorway
Now bricked closed
But which in its day stood…
By Mike Turner
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A Former Immigrant Juvenile's Feelings and Views on Race and Color in America
/…the '70's, deep in the South, I was white but raised black by a black man. As a boy, I have watched the Ku Klux Klan on the news—and was frightened as a…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreSweet Mélange
/…the races have mixed
And the look is exotic
And the hue of the skin
And curvaceous…
By Sharon Cunningham
Read MoreGreen Desert
/The poet is lamenting about the fallen trees which stood on the boundaries of his land for so long.
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…hear the sound of trees falling, the branches breaking
I hear the screeching of the iron wires, surrounding us.
Nails bite on cement logs standing white and tall instead of the green…
By Sushant Thapa
Read MoreThe Soul In His Eyes
/…can’t breathe as they eat his flesh alive,
how can a man ever survive?
if they disregard the soul in his eyes
and drink up all those ailing, lethal…
By Enas R
Read MoreThe Divine Feminine
/…a coral dawn under clear sky, a tidal wave of light washing over the horizon. Now She rises, throwing off a long night’s veil, erasing shadows, painting love where her gaze falls. Sea winds follow her across the land, enchanted by the familiar life-giving magic, bringing news of Mother’s return to every sleeping child. She is reborn, and the roots of ancient trees stir under her…
By Yuliya Runnels-Moss
Read MoreHello Officer
/…name is George Floyd
I think there is someone
Trying to break into my home
Can you please…
By Matthew A. Lord
Read MoreThese Pages Are Not Finished Yet
/I have written part one of my poem inspiring the lives of people of Nepal to reaggregate them to remove pity ad sadness of life.
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।।।।। अझै सकिएनन यी पानाहरु ।।।।
सुरुवात प्रथम पानाबाट गरे
दोस्रो पानामा हेर्दा अझ उस्तै पाउछु…
By Lok Joshi
Read MoreAn Offering
/Being a wife of an RCMP officer means moving every few years. This was a poem I wrote to describe my experience when first...
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…ocean air smells heady.
The salt scrubs my lungs roughly
But I wouldn’t trade it for the…
By April Hilland
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