By Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein I have just written your name in my luminous moon like heart With the colour of vermilion red. That you belong to me. Let the world know that you are mine. I see you while my eyes closed in the darkness. As if you come from heavenly world, A … Continue reading You Belong to Me
The Cosmic You
By Dr. Imbesat Maheen Syed Be as free as the floating clouds; Be as bright as the Sun. Be as obvious as the sky. Be as mysterious as the moon. Why prefer to crawl, When you were born with wings to fly, Said Rumi. True are these words as ever can be. Do you … Continue reading The Cosmic You
Ask Me Not Why I Love You
By Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein I love you more than Myself, And I shall remain to love you like this, If you ask me, why I love you, I shall tell you, there is no reason for falling in love. Love happens spontaneously, Without reasons and thoughts. In my life you are the one, To … Continue reading Ask Me Not Why I Love You
Poems by Marc Carver
SOMEDAYS YOU KNOW YOU ARE A POET Sometimes life amazes you flowers seem brighter you hear special music people dance in the streets sun comes out dogs talk to you people smile at you and you cant help but think it wasn't like this before life was showing you something else a trick an illusion and now you … Continue reading Poems by Marc Carver
“Pink”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what its number was. Prompt #5 There is a lake in Australia that is … Continue reading “Pink”
“Dress Sense”
By Reece Merrifield I’m writing in your socks Dreaming in your shoes Singing in your sweater Laughing in your jeans Smiling in your gloves Lying in your scarf Cooking in your coat Drinking in your pants Eating in your hat I’m warming to your fashion. Reece Merrifield is a third-year Literature student from Chester, … Continue reading “Dress Sense”
“But then parts of you”
By Laura Potts But then parts of you are dead. I sent the world a postcard from a fusty window that said I am wearing my grief. Sling clothes into the bin: your socks, your skirts, the … Continue reading “But then parts of you”
You
By Bob McNeil You get used to the sun laughing at your inability to rise. Your clock is jocular as well, chortling between bells at you. Each annoying tintinnabular sound is there to rouse you. All of the clock’s attempts are to no avail. Coffin-lid-rigid, you continue lying on your bed. Unconcerned with the alarm, … Continue reading You
