Category: poetry

  • Poetry- When?

    Poetry- When?

    I saw you hereStanding like a statue,Your voice stolenLike Medusa’s golemMy sympathy is with youBut what can I doBut to watch you fade?. Your tears were ready.Like raindrops, they fell,My heart still seeks solaceIn your very armsHere with youAre your songs and symphoniesThose I loveI keep close. From afarYou still steal my heart,Why can’t I…

  • Poetry- Hello Dragonfly

    Poetry- Hello Dragonfly

      Surrendering to blackness   Summer feels like autumn  Dried leaves rain down sadness They never reach the bottom To and fro above my head Shimmering wings accompany my sorrow Hello dragonfly, I feel the happiness you spread Healing me like Achilles healed with yarrow When missing you persists Night passes, and peace greets me…

  • Poetry- How Do I Extol Thee

    Poetry- How Do I Extol Thee

    How do I extol thee, Oh, l’amour de ma vie? My life beautifier; Damsel prettier than a royal chandelier. Even though thy beauty is such, No adjective can match, But to keep entertaining my eyes, With thy ravishing smile, To extol thee, I shall try. Thou art as beauteous, As the morning sunshine. Thy complexion,…

  • Poetry- My Father

    Poetry- My Father

    My father,Son of a black man.Descendant of the lineage,Of fierce but indomitable lions,Whose presence set panthers to their feet;Whose roars make the greatMount Putu to shudder in fret.My father,A man abstemious with words,But when he speaks,His verbosities carry wits,Like that of a sage’s.A man whose words sound,Like music to the ears,And remedy to a broken…

  • Poetry- My Guiding Hand

    Poetry- My Guiding Hand

    I have lingering words I think it’s time to let out I’ve been keeping them locked in a cage, collecting dust From childhood days to now, so grown You’ve been my anchor, my rock, my own It’s been a long time coming, But I finally push the pen to paper to let you know. I…

  • Poetry- Sunday

    Poetry- Sunday

    Take a moment to appreciate the sky She said from far, far away Not knowing my above is a gray, shapeless chill Restricting my veins with the closed and finite Overcast is one way to describe my sky I find it more like a cloak Not that covers me  But that hides all things I…

  • Poetry- My People

    Poetry- My People

    The night is so grim, So are the paths of my people. Like the overflow of the River Nile, Torrents of tears wash away their smiles. The cedarwood is so indomitable, So are the will of my people. In spite of the roughness of the way, They still manage to survive day by day. The…

  • Poetry- Reflecting

    Poetry- Reflecting

    One by one, each star Is bursting through the dark One by one, each porch light In the neighborhood, turns on Reflecting to the stars Our earthbound constellations I wonder what the stars have named us This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Coghlan.

  • Glitch

    Glitch

    Ah, the stresses and the strains, of course, I must refrain, from letting it in,  how it all begins, to take a toll, of mind and soul; a lingering itch was once a glitch, but now the wrinkle has deepened still and all that was rational is supplemented by a pill; no longer has character…

  • Love And Memories

    Love And Memories

    I gazed upon the airy infinity So vast and bright Lost in their serene beauty Lost in the dark of night With each gentle breeze Your presence near A whisper reminder Of love, so dear Your warm, soft embrace Reminds me of stories My grandma told Of love and memories She said the two walk…