by Patricia Furstenberg That day it rainedWith bullets and tearsWith stones and fearBrother against sisterChests bareLips dareI was there. That day we yelledWords that killedSongs that freedTruths willedTeeth bareFists dareYou were there. That day they failed,We stood unafraid.Kill the revolutionThey raged.Revolution is poetry,We sang.Revolution and poetry. First published online on Militant Thistles Image by Ri Butov… Leer más Revolution is Poetry
by Joni Caggiano write me in lavish colors tease me with feathers paint me in reddish hues dyes catch my laughter hold me close forever after tiny brushes of shades picnics among easels yellow balloons moving dancing among the hay paint me naked where I lay movement lights my core wavy hair blows soft gold… Leer más Life – A Celebration
by Manuela Timofte «With my eyes I contemplate the reflected sun,In every living wave,Which seems to carry it to the crashingWith the fine sand.» Anca Horga – Among the wildflowers of the Mediterranean M. Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language had power? A: I’ve always been fascinated… Leer más Anca Horga – Interview
To give or to receive? Will I get something else in return, if I give something? How much do I receive? What if I don’t like what I will get? These are questions I asked myself at one point because my life was driven by fears. It may sound strange, but fear keeps us living… Leer más Giving or Receiving?
by Rana Purely indulged in passion, she is mesmerizing and charming I gaze deeper to absorb her beauty and what its worth of She is a sweet charmer being softer than silk an enchantress The details of her ravishing delights possess unique lit above A sip of delicate red wine spiced up with a sweet… Leer más My Sweet Love
by Petru Racolța Flowers like soft music, Whether it is the sun or a full moon, Their treatment is when they are caressed, With soft and repeated whispers. The flower knows and recognizes you, By your caress, it is instantly reborn, It understands you, and then soothes you, Even though it is not visible, it… Leer más The Language of Flowers
by Anca Horga I toss and turn in my bed by a solar flare That keeps me up at night Waiting for my purpose to find; As I whisper my thoughts, New roads seem to align, Under Venus and Jupiter’s light. I stopped to bathe in their shining, Late, when routine’s ending, Grabbing them with… Leer más The touch of the stars
by Marcello Comitini Before listening, I hear the interrupted waves and started again of the blackbirds cries. They wander in the infinite sky of May between shreds of clouds that cover and reveal the sun. Betrayed by melancholy they seek peace in the wind. I listen. At the bottom of my eyes shadow of domes… Leer más To listen
by DidiArtist Love is not limited On physical contacts Love is the fusion From spirit to spirit Into one soul… 17.08.2020 https://didisvgp.wordpress.com
by Daniela Topârcean I bless space and time the infinite dimensions of the Universe which shelter our souls. I bless the divine silence between us your Love from everywhere, beyond time and space and I wonder how I could not to think about you when you exist in all that I am and your presence… Leer más A Poem From the Love that We Are
by Tea Solon her ashes be made into a mandala on the ground under the hammock tied between two calachuchi trees overlooking the sea and sky she said the southern wind must carry her dust she said her remains must be turned into art before she flies into the burnt sienna sunset she said her… Leer más She said
by Manuela Timofte «At my wrist, darkness clutches reining me back in broken promises, word for word, inch by inch» Kirsten Curcio – Let Go M. Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language had power? When I was five, I received a bright red hardcover diary with… Leer más Kirsten Curcio– Interview
by Rana Whenever I gently seized on to your lips The only heart knows the glories I plunged into Firm grasp for a hug squeezing on your hips Melted in raging passion I’d been kissing you Furious eyes depict glory stronger than an eclipse My soul speaks louder than my heart could ever do Besides… Leer más Magic fall
by Gina Maria Manchego During these sullen months, memories hang in the nonchalant creases of my mind. I’m only too keen to leave the present behind. Goodbye to the stark and gray, I abandon this gloom like forgotten tapestries in disintegrating castles. Those who play with reality know the secret. Life is not linear, it… Leer más Disintegrating Castles
by Riya Yadav Once I appeared for an exam A tortuous exam Where the consequences are unpredictable I was determined to crack it So I worked hard I had no idea where it would lead But it insisted to focus on the present The waves of present lead to a strange place A strange yet… Leer más Comethru
by Simona Prilogan You walked last night in my dreams, Carrying the frock coat of sadness, Embracing your dawns at the corner of the coffee shop, Obsessively looking at the main street. She’s not yet back. Unseen worlds descending from the skies Knotting your imagination to another pipedream. She didn’t want to die… Those mornings… Leer más You walked last night in my dreams
by Marcello Comitini I dance like a lark in the wind. I look in the setting sun the rising of dawn the forest in the city mysterious and on the bell towers silent clouds of eagles that scrutinize my feelings. She melts all the pain in her chest and the water of a spring flows… Leer más A Sip of Love
by Dawn Pisturino Delaware Territory, Colonial America, 1755 Nunganey trudged through the crusty snow searching for signs of beaver and other game. He longed for a blazing fire and his mother’s warm smile. But the villagers were counting on the hunters—the best of the tribe—to bring back fresh meat. … Leer más Trapped in the Snow
by Richard M. Ankers A delicate expression of an encompassing form, she closed around him like a rose petal the night. She sampled of his nectar, and though it tasted bitter to most, found it intoxicating. # She bloomed in the spring of their meeting. It rained that first day. She didn’t care. As though… Leer más Petal
by Patricia Furstenberg I traveled the width of the earth Searching for kindness’ rebirth. I walked the earth’s length, Seeking peace and strength. Over mountains No encounters, Under seas Nothing to see. Kindness was lost In war tossed; Strength was bent, By lie’s intent. I’ll travel the earth’s width Sowing seeds of… Leer más I Travelled
Gobblers & Masticadores 