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Virtual Life vs Joy

Valda Taurus·May 23, 2021

Virtual Life vs Joy written by: Valda Taurus @TaurusValda One of the signs of getting old is...

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Waiting For Rectifying Sigh From My Corrosive Tribunal

Asceticquill·May 11, 2021

Waiting For Rectifying Sigh From My Corrosive Tribunal written by: Asceticquill closed is the silken womb of...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Mad Love

Shreya Joshi·September 7, 2020

Mad Love written by: Shreya Joshi “I’m done,” I say, Over and over again. I try making a...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Unmatched Dominance

Sheila Henry·February 29, 2020

Unmatched Dominance written by: Sheila Henry He left no visible marks no evidence to show a crime...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Doubt

Any1mark·July 2, 2019

Doubt written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 I’m the enigma Clouds of what if Flavored with insecurity Wriggling like...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Green In Me

Anshika Sharma·March 6, 2019

Green In Me written by: Anshika Sharma That crouching cat Under my bed; A pearl shelled in...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Guiding Life

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·February 16, 2018

Guiding Life written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I could capture life and hold it captive In a...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Free Range of the Fridge

Robyn MacKinnon·December 17, 2017

Free Range of the Fridge found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Now I feel like I...

English Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry

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THE PURSUER

Dilip Mohapatra·October 3, 2017

THE PURSUER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Shadows like memories timid yet patient never leave you alone waxing...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Happy

Alyssa Brocker·September 27, 2017

happy written by: Alyssa Brocker @Atelgy it’s like a constant little headache...

Without Reason English Poetry Alyssa Brocker

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Am I Beautiful Now?

Leah Barker·January 13, 2017

Am I Beautiful Now? written by: Leah Barker @captthecorners The day I was born, my daddy held...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Mike is a deaf writer/photographer living in rural southwest Colorado. His love of nature shines through his poetry and photography, both of which he uses to make sense of his world. His work has been featured at Spillwords Press, several Masticadores literary sites, and in two books: After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology (Michelle Ayon Navajas, curator) and Tale of the Seasons' Weaver (Diana Wallace Peach, author). He's a Pushcart Prize nominee and has garnered awards for Publication of the Month and Author of the Month at Spillwords Press. Much of Mike's work deals with dark themes and he's not afraid to explore the depths of trauma, sorrow, loss, and despair. Mike's blog is Silent Pariah.

The Forest by Maggie Watson

Like a tree, she has watched many seasons change.
While nature adapts as if oblivious to pain,
her roots now crimson twist with stored emotions.
The rain never cleanses or purifies the leaves.
They only change colour from brown to green.
From the shadows, she must fight to cleave her way back
to the light.
Optical illusions have waylaid her path.
Wasted time has stunted her growth.
An empath absorbs it all until they bleed.
This canopy of suffering is not hers to carry...

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