Poetry

Crossover Flirting

Crossover Flirting By Allison Whittenberg Share Poetry Imagine your finance’s hand up my thigh,Him telling me I looked like a Black Julia RobertsSo innocent, so hotSomething about my narrow faceMy steel belted radial lips…All rightI liked itThis being fed.Enormous is

Celestial / Terrestrial Event

Celestial / Terrestrial Event By William Doreski Share Poetry In the green light of the auroraa bear emerges from the woodsto ransack bird feeders for seedand rummage the garden for grubs. No cubs so must be a male.He’s shaggy as

Clandestine Dream

Clandestine Dream By E Kraft Share Poetry Reality and fantasy intertwine their delicate tendrils together as the incandescent glow of desire illuminate the hourglass apparition in the distant corner office, her presence tantalizingly close yet perpetually out of reach, a

A Cry From an Indian Wife

A Cry From an Indian Wife By Emily Pauline Johnson Share Poetry My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;We may not meet to-morrow; who can tellWhat mighty ills befall our little band,Or what you’ll suffer from the white man’s hand?Here

Charm Bracelet

Charm Bracelet By Glen Armstrong Share Poetry What the sleeve exposesstill obscures the wrist. It sounds like rain on Formica.Animals dart in and out of view, their hollow bones unknowablefrom our hiding spot and theirs.The MRI technician falls for the

For the Teenage Girl in the Parking Lot

For the Teenage Girl in the Parking Lot By Bartholomew Barker Share Poetry First I notice your eyes — all redand your mouth dragging from the weight of some grief about to erupt into tears. You just left a black

Solstice

Solstice By Theo Sterling Share Poetry A strange sadness,like the coldthat creeps under the front door,seeps its wayinto the home thatis my chest.it clings to my heart for a while, and burrows its teethinto that tender place most poets wouldcall

A Song of Thanks

A Song of Thanks By Edward Smyth Jones Share Poetry For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring,For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing,For the verdant robe of the gray old earth,For her coffers filled

The Haunted Oak

The Haunted Oak By Paul Laurence Dunbar Share Poetry Pray why are you so bare, so bare,Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;And why, when I go through the shade you throw,Runs a shudder over me?My leaves were green as the