Vestiges poem – A. Van Jordan poems
I would like to swim in the Atlantic, to swim with someone who understood why my fear of drowning plays less dire than my fear of bones, walking the ocean floor. I would like to sync my stroke with a beloved. I’d like to stand on deck on a boat and jump in the sea […]
Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) poem – A. Van Jordan poems
Because a razor cuts across a frame of film, I wince, squinting my eye, and because my day needs assembly to make sense of the scenes anyway, making a story from some pieces of truth, I go outside to gather those pieces. Thousands of moments spooling out frames of mistakes in my day. As if […]
The Flash Reverses Time poem – A. Van Jordan poems
When I’m running across the city on the crowded streets to home, when, in a blur, the grass turns brown beneath my feet, the asphalt steams under every step and the maple leaves sway on the branches in my wake, and the people look, look in that bewildered way, in my direction, I imagine walking […]
Einstein Defining Special Relativity poem – A. Van Jordan poems
INSERT SHOT: Einstein’s notebook 1905—DAY 1: a theory that is based on two postulates (a) that the speed of light in all inertial frames is constant, independent of the source or observer. As in, the speed of light emitted from the truth is the same as that of a lie coming from the lamp of […]
A Tempest in a Teacup poem – A. Van Jordan poems | Best Poems
Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the fluorescent lights of a porcelain white foreman. It’s orderly and neat. I feed my family. No one questions my face. I raised my son in my likeness, so he would never go unseen, bobbing on a […]
With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn
With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the mind; how, for example, it blames the cat for the original crime, how it wants praise for its better side. And yet it’s as human as […]
Welcome by Stephen Dunn
Welcome by Stephen Dunn if you believe nothing is always what’s left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this collection of ungiven gifts, as I do (right here behind the silence and the averted eyes) If you believe an afternoon can collapse into strange privacies- how in your backyard, for […]
The Sudden Light And The Trees by Stephen Dunn
The Sudden Light And The Trees by Stephen Dunn My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, in the consequential light of day, I called the Humane Society about Blue, his dog. They took her away and I readied myself, a baseball bat […]
Story by Stephen Dunn
Story by Stephen Dunn A woman’s taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among the pines. Only the house with the vicious dog is close to the road. An electric fence keeps him in check. When she comes to that house, the woman always crosses […]
Biography In The First Person by Stephen Dunn
Biography In The First Person by Stephen Dunn This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back to my grandfather, and the shyness my wife will not believe in has always been why I was bold on first dates. My father a crack salesman. […]
The Pretense of Gathering Pebbles by the Shore by Syed Kawsar Jamal
The Pretense of Gathering Pebbles by the Shore Syed Kawsar Jamal Nothing do I know, yet I hang everywhere my portrait, Serious and grave, as if it knows all – On which, throughout the day, collects dust; And termites crump and chitter on each frame and gnaw. Descends something like a fog, and shrouds the […]
The Magician by Syed Kawsar Jamal
The Magician Syed Kawsar Jamal The boat sails through the veins of the Sunderbans. A magician riding over the waves and making whispering sound The engine pulsed while the Matla river expanded And its curly waves drummed softly in our ears. Mere onlookers we keep our eyes open. Always. The Royal Bengal lie in wait […]
Sitting atop the mountain hill by Swami Aaron Thomas
Sitting atop the mountain hill, established in my self, fragrance of bliss evaporates all around from my body and soul. Vapor spreads, starts dancing in form of Shiva. Flutes of Krishna fills the whole valley with its divine melody. Buddha in me dazzles in pristine radiance. I expand and permeate in the whole existence, I […]
Shattered Dreams by SWARAJ PRASAD
Hope, happiness and harmony harness. Dismay, disorder and disharmony discrete. Brutality, barbarism and bloodthirstiness bowdlerize. Vision, vividness and vicissitude vociferate. Transparency, transgression and transcendentalism tranquilize. Quest, query and quibble quieten. Protagonist, protector and Psalmist prosper. Reconciliation, Reconsideration and reconstruction recreate. Let dreams deepen into mighty ocean where nobody has shattered dreams.
Romantic Hour by Suuk Simon Subinimah
The birds are chirping Far off vehicles hooting The sun goes sinking Sitting on a stump The brain goes wide Questions come rushing Who is what? Where from that? The brain continues to stride On and on goes he; busy Busy thinking a lot about what is not easy Sitting still on the stump Insects […]
Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
Caesar the ruler, Julius the caregiver, two pieces pocket, profit the Roman empire. Fought amongst dreamers, the people want blood. Shrine the outcasts, crucifix the criminals money cents imprints, failure of democracy. Onto the eastern, where queens are fitted, enslaved all nations, the Brittan are equipted. The africans toiled, tell tale incarcerated upon benevolous action, […]
Protest poem by Susan King Saunders
Protest poem by Susan King Saunders don’t try to use me like a hole, dug out of dirt, a drop spot for dead ideas about my identity. i am not a ditch (void, and violable) a storage for stench-held bags of garbage crammed, leaking. don’t try to clothe my eyes with a veil of vanity […]
Od’d(ode) to Whitey Bulger by Susan King Saunders
Od’d(ode) to Whitey Bulger by Susan King Saunders OD’D (ode) TO WHITEY BULGER Hickory dickory dock The mouse ran up the clock Yo Whitey I hear you’re from Southy But you’re going Northy You were pretty Mouthy Now you’ll be a shorty You slaughtered the daughter The son father and mother Now your time is […]
Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders Michelle Obama Sasha and Malia’s momma First Lady 2008 -2016 is her fate the fashion queen brings class to any thing whether Vera Wang K-Mart Marshall’s or Ralph Lauren Essence Ellen People The View Vanity Fair to name a few Enlightened/ Elegant and so refined assertively she speaks […]
Little Girl Dancing by Susan King Saunders
Little Girl Dancing by Susan King Saunders There was no movie made about the little girl age three, who the doctor said would die in a year who I last saw alive at age five in a wheelchair dancing, dying, singing, smiling, waving goodbye
Hope by Swaraj Prasad
Sometimes…………………………………………………….. A mighty cup of water wades on waterfall. A silent stone can stomp the smooth soil. A beat-nick bird can bear the bedlam. A quiet breeze can change the chauvinism. A tiny ant can face the fierce fight. And even…………………………………. A broken leaf can linger in a limbo. If these non-livings can change the […]
Ematiated Souls by Suuk Simon Subinimah
Hungry for years , Dying in tears The rodents have no fears. For daily they nibble At our feeble Lifeline – the family cake. We toil sweat and blood to make, Theirs is to come and take. We try to cry but we are too weak. Our hearts are laden with grief and our future […]
Curtis by Susan King Saunders
Curtis by Susan King Saunders a primply prince passed my way no brighter shining sun that day i closed my eyes and prayed Lord let him be my special babe on Intervale Street he proved a pal that I’d soon meet he was sharp and fast on his feet he had his own syncopated beat […]
Caught by Susan Adams
Caught by Susan Adams Two tankers sit at the split between sky and water, our ankles are knit by rockpool eddies and arms wrap the other as linen, we are one cloth, bound. Rock fishermen arrive, its time, they throw lines from precipitous edges, their rods cut arches against smashed foam travelling the jag of […]
A soldier’s Pledge by Sylvan Lightbourne
When the heaven skies, bleed for many years no form of communication had to be shared. You can only hear, can’t feel no fear. What’s it like too build many disguise, to hide whats in but many men sin. Confuse to complain, when did it show self one gain. To pull information from my head, […]
A character of it’s own by Sylvan Lightbourne
A character of it’s own, earned to be earned, earned to be learned, a bitter burden turned. Catches me you called it, catches me you won’t, avoid all the friendship, possibly a curse, break bones softly, possibly a curse, father me badly, came out emberse. The further shall i sturdy, proves all to be a […]
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