Image Source: Unsplash- Cord Allman In her name I’ve written odes, They linger within me Every word, every moment They linger within me All my focus, all my time It all goes to her. Like Homer, I bleed like never before My words are all about her, Every element, every phrase I can never write…

Image Source: Unsplash- Andre Furtado The dense Smoky Mountains ahead and behind us. Lush and green and full of life Full of summer rain and pine-scented early morning air I watch them rise and fall with the curves of the road Pink sunrise glows on your face, three hours of sleep showing itself Yet, your…

Image Source: Unsplash- navneet mahajan I lived in silence, lost and small, No echo rose to heed my call. The world moved fast, I stood behind, A stranger to my own tangled mind. My tears would speak, but none could hear, Each dream was bright, then disappeared. Then words arrived — soft, undefined, They touched…

Image Source: Unsplash- Nesim Keshmiri Hearts are tied by Religious vows and Emotional waves of Biting love surely We could be Forever tied to each Other through these Bracelets we gave But now I see that we Can’t ever truly Tie two hearts with Material goods, can we? So break the tie and I Try…

Image Source: Unsplash- Ted Balmer A rock stood firm through storm and sun, Unmoved, unbroken — by anyone. Yet deep within its hardened seam, A crack appeared — like a silent scream. That crack was pain, unseen, unshared, The weight of all the times it cared. Anxiety carved its name so deep, It woke the…

Image Source: Unsplash- Patrick Fore If a man writes a poem, he’s a poet I am not. If a man sails a boat, he’s a sailor I am not. If he throws a fist, he’s a fighter I am not For I am a lover of writing sick poems A servant sailing a boat A…

Image Source: Unsplash- Marina Abrosimova November tastes of half-light wine, poured in a cup from the divine. I lost myself between ghosts, in this nostalgic month of almosts. The year exhales a tired grace, time lingers, unsure of its place. I raise my glass to what decays, to all that stayed, and could not stay.…

Image Source: Unsplash- Dillon T. The water hurts my stomach  breathing in the smoke rings  Ophelia left behind when the Willow tree snapped, when the boughs could no longer take her weeping every day, when the bends of tissue scorched ribs was too much for it to take, when they decided to sacrifice her with…

Image Source: Pexels- Troy Olson I talked with trees about you in the twirling wind. Their branches murmured back, the air itself whispered your name through the ether. Like a thief in the night, you move where shadows pool. Your face flickers on the moon, water carries your scent, and owls cry your name across…

Image Source: Unsplash- Mars Immigrant Once it was said that August was a melancholy month: a sobering pill that’s hard to swallow, which you’ll cradle in the pothole of your tongue.  The coffee is percolating in the corner and I can taste the coldness of your breath as a burgundy bloom spills like champagne over…