My Odyssey (2) 2

by Francis Njoroge

Its a cold May evening,
I sit down and start writing...

Little nicks in the gold (2) 2

by CRAFTY KEN

Little nicks in the gold
As I was spinning my old gold wedding ring, I...

Alone (1) 1

by Tanya Southey

Alone is one of my favourite words,
it has no echoes of loneliness...

Our Souls Are Tired

by alexis karpouzos

Our souls are tired..
No, we don't need more material comforts...

Puppeteers

by BOB GALLO

This people only see the act
They do not see the puppeteers...

Musing 1

by Tanya Southey

My favourite thoughts
are simple in their complexity...

I'm sorry for every word that I speak

by Seth Rowley

I'm sorry for every word that I speak.
I forgot we have to be politically correct these...

The Absurdity 1

by BOB GALLO

Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...

Without Pain

by alexis karpouzos

Without pain you cannot grow.
Embrace it, look deeply into it...

Amaranthine 1

by BOB GALLO

Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...

The Tale (senryu) 1

by BOB GALLO

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

Jailers (senryu) 1

by BOB GALLO

We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...