Five Februaries Ago (1) 3

by nouriguess

It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...

the roots of a poem. (1) 3

by prasanna

you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom...

a play of light. 4

by prasanna

you.
you have a way about you...

growing pains. 3

by prasanna

oh sweet child, do you still pluck a
dandelion to adorn every bouquet...

table of contents. (1) 3

by prasanna

with time dressing all wounds leisurely,
do you think memories are nocturnal...

Hypocritic (3) 3 WIN

by nouriguess

I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands...

Basura (1) 3

by D.

Suppose this broken bodied man
once dreamt in avalanches of colour...

Quarter of a century. (3) 5

by Poet on the Piano

I tried to find home
by looking within and...

time of death. (2) 3

by prasanna

the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...

Plagiarism (4) 5

by Sunshine

I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...

Aftermath (2) 3

by Sunshine

Now that the storm has settled,
I walk back along the trail...

i'll see you in the morning. (1) 2

by prasanna

…
and we tire of the echoes of exhaustion...