Unknown

By Clyde L. Borg I wonder of her, So near, her breath Spoke words that Weren't uttered. She fluttered away, Leaving only an image, Unknown.

Fluent Influences and Other Poems

By Alex Andy Phuong Fluent Influences Being under the influence Implies intoxication, But the ones who demonstrate maturation Do have the ability To help others Profoundly, And linguistic speakers Could utilize language skills To positively influence Their own surroundings To benefit humanity In a world filled with diversity Well Wells Snow White singing at a …

Always Will Be the Scream and Other Poems

By Gregory Johnson Always Will Be the Scream Down deep In the dark wet places He is mired in muck And he screams. Holy sufferer Or a ghost on a spree Gives his voice To the tortures therein. I told him sincere That he didn’t have to scream He stopped, puzzled… Then what? He seemed …

Unify United Unity and Other Poems

By Alex Andy Phuong Unify United Unity Wide awake Eyes wide open Stepping out Into the world, and then going step by step On the metaphorical and literal journey. Time keeps on ticking. Yet there is no need to race against time. Life is the greatest gift of all. Love passionately and respectively To help …

I’m an ocean drowning in sorrows and Oh him, he stood fathomless

By Rana H. Ezeldin I'm an ocean drowning in sorrows I'm an ocean drowning in sorrows I swallow the wave tides into motion The sky singing its angelic rythm And seagulls frolic enjoying the scene I am the golden sand glimmer in hot yellow The sun's blinding with a million rays Bliss flies over the …

You’re My Sunshine

By Denis Michael O'Sullivan Every time when I'm with you I get a chill that makes me shiver inside And every time when I see you I can see that sparkle in your eye Cause you'll never know how I feel and why you're so special to me And having that sensational feeling cause you’ll …

Academy Classics: Thrice

By Thomas Page Everybody in town knew about the murders. You couldn’t walk down Washington Street without someone tapping you on the shoulder to confirm what they already knew. The Harrisons had lived in this little ordinary house on top of Rodham Hill about fifteen long steps away from their neighbors—the Tiffanys. Dan Tiffany was …

Our Weeping Willow

By Dianne Moritz Mother carefully snipped a small, green cutting from her friend’s lush yard, set it to root in an old jam jar. We kids marveled, as fragile shoots spouted, buds of leaves unfurled, like baby fists, in sunlight. Sometime later, Mother planted the tiny sapling in the fertile Iowa soil by our backyard …

I must have done something right and Other Poems

By Ursula McCabe I must have done something right never was I bored at the Michigan farm that held me clapboard tight in the old house’s arms every June grandpa drove his silver blue mercury down to Illinois to pick me up grandma gritting her teeth as he sped past all the flat land with …

Motion Picture

By Anthony Ward We watch movies for magic to escape reality, Turning in on ourselves instead of looking out to the earth Where miracles are happening all around, In a world of wonder, Illuminated by a single golden glare Amidst billions of stars borne of millions of galaxies In an infinite space of swathing darkness. …