Hala Mousa clean face high hair tight smile she sits on the bench and begins eating her lunch cucumbers and a sandwich not much but just...

Priyanshi Nigam In the heart of youth, where shadows loom, A whisper of anxiety brews in the room. Teenage years, a tumultuous tide, With...

Priyanshi Nigam In the hallways of my mind, shadows loom, Teenage whispers echo, a silent, crowded room. Anxiety's grip, a vice so tight,...

Priyanshi Nigam Across the miles, a bond so strong, A sister found, where I don't belong. Through screens we laugh, through Screens we...

Nabeeha Mudassar it is wednesday and the world is ending your crumbling edges turn to ash scattering across barren dreams an omen that...

Bryan Milstead – A poem dedicated to all fellow violinists, instrumentalists, and music enthusiasts – fleeting reverie music and mind...

Bryan Milstead there was a light within all of us it experienced beautiful, idyllic times problems abundantly were kept at bay and our...

Lucien my mother picked up smoking / so my grandfather could hardly forget / the smell of death & how / it could spill / from just...

Lucien i’ve never got this / close to a beating heart / like yours. / it has been through / the same places / for & with us. / our kid is...

Lucien we are our love languages / i wish we could make sense of each other. / i hate how obviously we’ve been made / with love, / how...

Riddhima Das Brain in overdrive, a jumbled mess, dates and formulas, all under duress. Will I remember? The fear takes hold, pages...

M.S. Blues I go through these phases, these intervals— of sustained resilience and joy where i feel on top of the world, like a rainbow...

Jizel Souidi In English we say : “ I love you” In poetry we say : “ I’d rather hear your silence over anyone else's voice I’d rather...

Jizel Souidi But maybe you are Actually, you could be You could be That engraved smile in someone’s mind That labyrinthine eyes they get...

Jizel Souidi We try to hide our feelings We really try. Or are we capable of burying them and just lying? Your eyes glow under the...

Jezabel Castillo December enfolds sapphire within its delicacy of a black dog, the number 21 pecks somber shades like mourning doves in...

Sasi Kondru the simple gold-chain necklace sits untouched what used to gather memories now gathers dust once bringing joy in pain it now...

Claudia Wysocky Once again Diderot's beautiful ruin stands in the corner of my mind, the great book-city he described in Les Bijoux...

Claudia Wysocky I stand before you now. . . We are two poets. . . Will you let me be? Will you accept my world as it is? I've only just...

Claudia Wysocky I thought that if I were a better person, then maybe things would go better for me. I thought that if I were a better...