Disappearance, or: Endurance

Poetry Partners #38 'My Disappearance' by Susi Bocks of 'I Write Her' it’s my nature to withdraw when unbalanced for no reason at all i retreat to a safe space like bear cubs denning i’m not languishing i’m dormant with melancholy seeking shelter protects my soul giving respite and comfort surrounded by nothing but time… Continue reading Disappearance, or: Endurance

Blessing, or: Curse

A poem in blank verse The vociferous clamoring follows me, as I descend into the tunnels, fading slightly as I slosh through the wet, gurgling flow of words. Cringing, I recall the mob's chanting: "Charlatan! Imposter!" Pipes clink and quiver, releasing tonal rhythms of steam around me, drowning out the distant blabber. Here, deep within… Continue reading Blessing, or: Curse

I am a poet, or: A poem

Poetry Partners #35 'I am a poem', a poem by paeansunplugged of 'paeansunpluggedblog' I am a poem, read me syllable by syllable let the vowels roll around your tongue at will immerse yourself in the free flow of rhythm undulating whimsically in its own rhyme the meter; sometimes measured. But oft not! Read me at… Continue reading I am a poet, or: A poem

She was him, or: He was her

Poetry Partners #29 A poem by Yasmin of 'yaskhan' She was him He was her They were one They were free She had eyes that knew His heart’s glow A smile that filled the space When spring made its way to their eyes In the zephyr’s abracadabra All the places they were at a loss… Continue reading She was him, or: He was her

Stove top, or: Sink

Poetry Partners #26 'my kitchen is a graveyard' by Jo of 'people in poetry' this poem has no metaphors. everyday, in the garden of my stove top, scalding and burned, i resurrect the last few memories i still have of places i have lived. and in the absence of the life carried in the hum… Continue reading Stove top, or: Sink

Foggy, or: Clouded mind

Poetry Partners #20 'Fog', a poem by Steven S. Wallace of 'There is no Stigmata' Enveloping white Fog covers the highway soft Beyond and unknown. Mist creeping along Like a man in an alley Lighting a cigarette. Wafting from the west As a persistent rumor Travels through a crowd. Shrouding the beyond This inscrutable ghost… Continue reading Foggy, or: Clouded mind

Humanity, past, or: Future

Poetry Partners #18 A Blank Verse poem by Lov of 'Underthetamarindtree' (in iambic pentameter) The surf, sandy beach, mild breeze and the sun, The ocean yields its treasures, one by one, I am a child once again, who can still, From picking coral and shells, get a thrill, Like a mother’s bosom, the sea swells… Continue reading Humanity, past, or: Future

Clap on, or: Clap off

Blank verse in iambic pentameter My sky is dark with black stars; together, congealing into thick syrup, even as I spread my arms; distributed as sick party favors, mementos of... need; perhaps, perhaps, preferable to my own; their deafening silence clotting my ears, coursing through twisted creases, pooling in my eyes, heavy, streaming down my… Continue reading Clap on, or: Clap off