No Exit and Hope

By Marc Carver No Exit I search for a door a way out but can't seem to find it not even sure if it is locked or if I have a key to open it and escape. Not even sure if it is in the dark or in the light but I know that I …

A Collection of Poems by Alex Andy Phuong

Hope The notion of “never losing hope” Might sound cliché But that could really help people Not go astray Time keeps on ticking And the future might be uncertain Yet people who Hold on the their dreams And use this present moment The greatest present of all To pave a better future Impact the world …

Hope Never Results a Nope

By Sahaj Sabharwal   Hope our eyes will never tell a lie, And our confidence level will never die. Hope the forests will always remain clean and green, And the earth will enjoy this frabjous scene. Hope our good dreams will come true, And nobody in this planet will rue. Hope the sun always keep …

Art by Adediran P Adeyanju

Turn, Turn, Turn

By Scott Thomas Outlar   This is not a poem but a simple reminder that all of these experiences are temporary and fleeting, yet still far more beautiful than any fallen human being could ever ask, hope, or dare dream of. Like a cat fight by an oak tree under the blanket of midnight. Like a …

Holding Hope

By Kimberly Cunningham It was never the loneliness that bothered the woman's subtle soul. Wandering in uncertainity is what kept her disturbed. Knowing all was easier than not knowing any of it. No decisions can be made from ignorance. Partial exposure would show raw pain and she did not want that. Instead, this lovely lady …

The Beauty of the World

By Jessica Ricks   The Beauty of the World   I see the stars above, The rolling clouds, The colorful flowers, The bunnies and the deer, And I say, “Thank you.” The universe created This lovely grandeur, We are just observers Here to experience This beauty that is Not ours. And with that, I am …

Chinook

BY Ryan Quinn Flanagan    is that cardboard? is that D.B. Copper on performance enhancing drugs? I could skin a snake with chopsticks while listening to Nancy Sinatra, that is not what I wish to do, but what must be done the sole difference being one of want: what I want, you ask? a cart full …

Poetry Contest 2nd Place

By Philip Clark   My Cigarette She was my cigarette. With each deathly breath She stole from me, I gasped for more As her ashes burned Into my heart and lungs And finger tips. I still sense Her smell, lingering.   I heard her light put out. But she still burns. Still stains. Still. Her …

2nd Place of the Story Contest

RUBY’S WALL SINGER By  Clynthia Burton Graham   Sunlight releases me from the grip of a snake squeezing my bones into disintegration. I sit up sweaty and breathless from my nightmare. Two thoughts emerge from the dark residue of restless sleep. I have ovarian cancer and I need to hear my wall singer. My hand unconsciously …