Three Micro Poems by Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein

Coronation of Despair My love, I will make you the Empress of my heart under the greenwood tree. I will decorate your neck with the garland of wild flowers. Before you sit in the throne, I will spread the Longing of my heart in the path. I shall coronation you with tears of my despair. …

Conversation

By Chris Zaremba   I watched you fall asleep last night.. I watched you slip away as darkness slipped his arm around my shoulder, in your place. The beating of your heart kept time with the ticking of the clock as minutes turned into hours, awaiting my time to clock out. Instead, I listened to …

Poems by Bruce McRae

"Dreams Are For Dreamers" This old bed has seen better days and told different stories. This old bed resembles a sack of broken clothes hangers. As far as portals into sleep go this bed has went. I’m on the rack. It’s the iron maiden. This old bed is an early grave, but death won’t sleep …

“lullaby by the sea.”

By Nardine Sanderson   You walk awake  my dreaming hours And dare to cross the ivory towers To the land in which i sleep Upon a cloud of pillows were only angels weep Underneath the stars A knight within a nights dreamlike  state Chanting the woes of love Within golden fields of breath he takes …

Rainy Day Charm

 By  Ann Christine Tabaka A rainy day falls from the sky. Bare feet splash in puddles. Cloud filtered light imparts a dreamy glow. The feeling of motionless time invades reality. Inside stillness, listening to the sounds soft rain makes. Melodic trickling transfixes the mind. A lazy yawn emanates, permeating the silence. Outside, small rivulets form, …

Poetry Contest Winner

Sleep II   by Feby Joseph I knew… Somehow - Somehow, I knew. that this slumber was an intermezzo of waiting. Like the newest of leaves that stretch out to gold Somehow, I knew - …knew That there was someone… beyond the bend. My repose wasn’t unpleasant – It wasn’t a cage – yet I knew …

The Night Driver

By Thomas Page The highway is beautiful at night With a sea of red tail lights And glare reflecting off signs. The night driver tries to stay awake While the rhythm of the blacktop Soothes them to a requiem. Music plays over the radio With a dial turned to an even number And the heater …

Post-Work Remains Left

I forgot the applewood bacon in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guarantee sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back …