The Hidden Reflection
/…the hidden reflection of me.
The smuged image in the mirror I can longer see.
She is the sunbeam dancing in the leaves of the trees.
A shard of glas tricking my…
By Jonna Kihlman
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A Mother Who Writes
/This is a poem about a mother who is a writer.
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…are short while nights are long
Singing made up silly songs
She is a mother who…
By Brittany Benko
Read MoreI Swear I Will...
/…wonderful it would be
If only I narrated ‒
The fragrance of cloying jasmine,
Hanging in…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Read MoreThree Generations
/…grandmother with bound feet
Could hardly step out of her house
Her activities were greatly restricted
Her world was so…
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreTo Be A Feminist
/…is advocacy
Not for the “granting” of rights to women
For are they not already endowed with the same fundamental rights
Inherently possessed…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreSolitudes Embrace
/…through endless nights I roam
Longing for your presence to call home.
Days stretch drearily without your grace,
Yearning for your warm…
By moonlit rose mystique
Read MoreAltar Of Love
/…join in godly intercourse,
love's so divine (and never like black bane)!
Invite another in like a Trojan horse,
and the experience will cause…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreHeaven's Big Top
/…vast cosmic circus,
A juggler tosses stars.
As Saturn stands counting heads,
To determine who is present and…
By Linda Troxell
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