The drifting stars, or: As we are

Poetry Partners #126 A poem by Michaël of 'Daily Poetry' Is it required to love you with all my heart, isn't our silences when the problems did start? I am not missing you, don't feel blue. It maybe crude, but love is sometimes rude. Some people stand loneliness better than others, in this age of… Continue reading The drifting stars, or: As we are

Mother, or: Mother

Poetry Partners #102 'Mother O’ Mother, here I Come', a poem by Hassan Safdar of 'Poetry & Narrative Writing' Mother, here I come, here I come. I know it's your day & you shall be seeing around. There I come with a gift in hand. To give you that happiness, which can’t be understood. To… Continue reading Mother, or: Mother

No family, no house, no money…

His oldest brother inherited the estate; their middle brother acquired the farm; but Marcus only got the old puss. Sighing sadly, Marcus walked to the back of the store, nearly tripping over the creature. "Damn it, Tom!" His life was shit. No family, no house, no money… just this part-time job. Not even a girlfriend.… Continue reading No family, no house, no money…

By chance, or: Choice

Poetry Partners #17 An American Sentence by Coco of 'un p❜tit je ne sais quoi' what i savor came with prize not by accident but by you provoked Coco: A waltmarie by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ (comprised of 5 American Sentences) 'What,' ponder lonely people, 'chemistry gives birth to lasting friendships?' Came… Continue reading By chance, or: Choice

Who, or: Where

An Alouette Weighing sensation's Sheer desperation At lack of other poets, For expressive minds To serve as remind- ers candor not to omit. Deep pangs of mute heart Play merely one part In yearning for words that speak Worlds, while dolent soul Feels itself quite whol- Ly: adrift, self, hollow, bleak. The Alouette This form… Continue reading Who, or: Where

Solitude, or: Loneliness

An abhanga EPIGRAPH: Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.-Paul Tillich (1886 – 1965) Solitude, glorious? That's weak consolation in dark isolation, dying, diseased. Solitude,… Continue reading Solitude, or: Loneliness

Stories, or: Simulations

A kimo vacation but solitude's poetry ~ simultaneously in need of love yet restored What's a kimo? According to this website, kimo poems are an Israeli 🇮🇱 version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines.No rhymes.10 syllables in the… Continue reading Stories, or: Simulations