by Rana You look amazing baby. You are more beautiful than this universe has underneath and beyond. The story of my heart and soul I just have to write it down I don’t want to keep it to me So I am telling everyone in town I love her smile And I hate her frown…
Categoría: Poem
Secret Love
by Petru Racolța I didn’t tell anyone I love you Nor that you love me so much, Our love is a secret That will remain so forever. A hidden and confined feeling, It’s the holiest thing for me, What I will keep hidden from the evil world And then I’ll take it to the grave….
a very skilled assassin by Bogdan Dragos
The way she’d creep up on you and just appear from behind like some cat, you’d think she was some trained assassin or something I felt her punch my shoulder and then her other hand falling on my nape and squeezing «Hey, lucky boy. You should be so damn glad you ran into me.» In…
‘Forever Yours’ #poetry
By Jane Aguiar Singing sweet songs and flowing in the slow stream of the mountain through the Swapnagandha forest, my eyes fell on you and… I fell in love with you. Your passion is so strong that I come to you from the height of 600 metres of Kolar ghat, blowing like a strong wind…
Green Silk
by Rana What if our lives were Like green billowing green-sheet And we, In the cool desert sunset Could turn aside And walk out of Like a tangling tent How amazing and how pretty Our lives would seem Out there In the cool evening air Thoughts without claim And a foolish heart Always mysterious to…
For theYear 2022
Peace and love to the whole world: For theYear 2022 by DidiArtist Dear brothers and sisters all over the world, May there be peace and understanding between peoples and people All my good wishes for all of you. Let’s make this year, a better year… Your brother,Didi https://didisvgp.wordpress.com Photo: DidiArtist
Ocean of emotions
by Rana Yellow leaves falling from the trees lining up the streets at once Dreams crumble like paper in the wind with your eyes wide open The birds you see in this second, flying away in freedoms of their own All the joys in the world packed in the spirits, held in such an emotion…
Love is like an art
by Riya Yadav Love is a tide For it rise and falls In broad daylight It crosses my thought Love is like an art Art, if not by the creator Seems meaningless to the world Art, if not produced to the inspiration Is incomplete and torn Anguished love is an idea To hurt your timid…
Thái Hạo | The day I die (34)
Thái Hạo is a Vietnamese poet, journalist, and currently an editor of vanviet. info (Link Blog)—Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia. By Thái Hạo, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm . The day I die The…
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued) by Michele Lee
Slowly, she traced the smooth edgeof the top curve of her steamy cup. Smooth, it was,under a fingertip that had felt his lips, soft to her touch.Knees tucked under her chin, wrapped in a soft blanketwith hanging fringes swaying in the gentle wind.Her body warmed by thoughts of him.A smile birthed in her center, then…
a self-published book on how to quit smoking By Bogdan Dragos
That did it He was tired of coming home from work and finding a fucking book on the table instead of food but the book was also on his pillow when he went to bed on the toilet tank in the garage in the shed behind the house and on the dashboard of his goddamn…
We would need Thousands of Hearts
by Petru Racolța We need two hearts, To live in peace with one And with the other to love intensely, Day after day, night after night. I feel great jealousy on the octopus, Because three hearts are given to it, Probably it is the most loving Among the living things on Earth. It would be…
Cheap Rosey Alcohol by Aedus Rythe
I don’t know where we are. Two stars Lost in gravity. When the river ends Where have we gone Besides the open maw? There’s rust on the pipes And there’s a group of dykes And I feel okay driving tonight. There’s broken glass in the bathroom And I swear this club is a tomb That…
keeping that spark by Bogdan Dragos
he deliberately chose the nastiest sound for the alarm clock Zeeeehhweeeehhchhh and there it went again Every four hours. Announcing that he had to start the engine again lest he froze to death The phone had 17% battery left. He would need to visit the library again for a recharge but it was becoming increasingly…
Identification
by DidiArtist Time casts its spell on us Until we finally become A period of time ourselves… DidiArtist, 21.11.2021 https://didisvgp.wordpress.com Photo: DidiArtist
Tô Thuỳ Yên | The empty café
By Tô Thuỳ Yên, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Link) The empty café Heading there, perhaps for a date A date with whom I can’t remember Heading there, a desiccated heart the hollowness of a ball Grasping exhaustingly at earthly cravings This afternoon was harsh with sunlight… This afternoon was heavy with rain… The…
adventure girl by Bogdan Dragos
It is known You can never hold on to an adventurer and she was one And she was gone and he stood by the window and smelled the guitar she left behind, not knowing how to play it A girl like her travels around the world like a sailor and loves many boys and men…
A CLOAK OF TREASURES By mike Steeden
She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn worse still, Jack Frost stirs rubbing his eyes, yawning rousing himself once more mischief, as ever his vexing wheeze Whatsoever that was then when the ball was still in…
Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello 