When Poets Die
/…the people mourn, when poets die?
Where do bards go, if they perish in their sleep?
And, when heaven and hell together weep,
do angels and demons make pause…
By Ngoc Nguyen
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Evening Walk
/…sun slants down west
Time for my evening walk
I stroll along the garden walkway
Low lampposts line up like…
By Shih-Fang Wang
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 MoreLesson of Essence
/…a free essence
Granted like a lesson while learning.
Been a reason for understanding,
Making up the mind to fight the…
By Sushant Thapa
Read More3am Streets
/…the rifts and chaos, sits a time, so sublime, 3am is mine. The tire of the spire, the day to retire, the light does expire, my mind to inspire. Medicated, my mind is loose, tis at ease, reinstated. Ideas fly freely, inundated, not intimidated. The knowledge of the night is mine, for this is the time, senses engage…
By Esotsu
Read MoreThe Same Old Street
/We look for the same old…
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…street we’re on
is not set in concrete,
it can break apart at…
By Brenda Arledge
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