Tag Archives: poem

Colin James – Poem

Identifying a Lover

Stalkers, we make excuses.
Like anyone caught, feign
indecipherable Glaswegian.
It’s these beginnings where empathy
has a tendency to not run rampant.
A notebook to document
time, place and environment
hangs from a string.
The convenience of it all
and then a slow stroll
back to the van.
Discarded mattresses
from personal eulogies
align these comforts
with pathological sin.

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Denny E. Marshall – Poem

The Warm List

Our dreams turned to liquid
And we drank them
Like a rare wine
We tasted before
Though could never afford
You tasted it
Just like me
The sweet nectar reminded you
Of life as you played it
A reminder you lost the tape
Or was it lost
Like the both of us
If we are going to be lost
Let us be lost on love
We floated like clouds
Like the sky
I touched you
And you touched me
Like the world has been touching us
From the very beginning
Since the start of the list we made
Is it complete
Are they whole
Let us start from the beginning
Until we know
And if we never find out
Oh well, we tried
Like the birds in the light
With the sun at our wings
Would warm our minds at least

Alan Haider – Poem

Ice Massacre

You will reach your hand in the fire
to recover the lost pieces of yourself

The unthinkable becomes possible
when your hand is forced

Hunger can overwhelm logic
Desperation is the greatest motive

The sheep will ask why
No one wants to be slaughtered

Some things will only make sense to you
The only option will be to evacuate

In the end
there will be no one to ask

Peycho Kanev – Poem

Little Fears

Hey, you dark sky prison for the birds

and their muted songs.

My sister is a flower!

Can you pick her up and lift her up

to the sun drunk of tar?

Allah doesn’t care for alcohol.

Water is the natural state of love,

as old age knits its endless webs hidden in

the dark. Myths dwell in my dusty attic,

and there they play of oblivion with

the yellowing photos.

Hey, you dark sky how many summer moments

do you need just to inhale once?

I have to grease your hinges and you will

stop creaking during the long autumn nights.

I know that your belly is enormous and you

can swallow all of the human sorrow.

We walk under you, with our heads bowed, our

arms raised, waiting.

Your endless clock is our own calendar

to eternity, that we’ll never be able to understand.

Philosophy is the other word of ours that leads us

to another of your countless dead ends.

Hey, you dark sky please kiss the mountain lakes

and search in their mirrors for your grandeur.

Be humble!

Rain is your tears, which I drink with endless thirst.

Could I cut you up with a wing of an albatross?

Could I dream your nightmares?

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How many gods do you hide up there in your crowns

of illusion?

I want to climb your highest peaks and look through

your all-seeing eyes.

You’re not blind, right?

Let’s sing together for old times.

The memories are not forgotten, but reborn in your

eternal cycle.

What kind of photo album you got?

I will play my next heavenly part, then I will

share with you my plans for the future, which includes

wine, fish, and bread.

I believe we could arrange something!

Bring out your chess board, but beware– someone

else has prepared the winning moves.

The game is eternal!

Hey, you black sky peek through the window

and read these lines in my shabby notebook, before

I fed them to the hungry and burning candle.

Because I need some light.

Your imperishable darkness blesses me.

Valentina Cano – Poem

A Night for Paralysis

Sometimes my blood crystallizes
and refuses to do anything
but scratch at the veins that cocoon it.
No air passes through me,
and I am locked in place,
a doll in mid-smile.
At these moments,
I’m afraid a breath will topple me over
and I will shatter,
my glittering insides
dancing across this floor.