Hold Fast

Unity of thought fleeting, overpowering potential – adaptation never-ending. Possibility articulated, ridicule attached – an irrelevant couple. External/ societal motivators destroy heart, fuel panic – authority wrongly positioned. Take hold of intent, mend what lingers, Read more…

By VJ Knutson, ago

Borrowed Lovers

Seasonal lovers. The reason they couldn’t stay is because they served their purpose in your life. They either healed a piece of you that was torn apart or opened a wound that needed cleansing. Every Read more…

By Bianca, ago


(Background of the poem – A poem is of a couple who were friends but fallen for each other..they knew there is no future of this relation..so they decided to part their ways..) Khabar thi Read more…

By Harshada Rout, ago


She always tried to forget him.. but Alas it was SAUDADE which kept her pain alive .. Note:- Saudade = A intense longing for someone you have already lost…

By Harshada Rout, ago

Dear mother

Mother dear, do not fear Mother dear, we are here Mother dear, remember to feel Mother dear, please do heal Mother dear, life is real Mother dear, just kneel  

By Maria Velazco, ago

Break out

Somehow some people reveal their ugly truths, standing aside and waiting for you to fall apart. You get pushed around, shoved in a box and labeled as broken. And somehow you think it’s relevant because Read more…

By Zeina, ago

The Bottle

From my book, I Heard You http://www.debracolby.com/books.html “Because nobody gets out of this life unscathed.” The Bottle                    

By debracolby, ago

अच्छा लगता है….

अच्छा लगता है ओस से लेस इस घास पर चलना, अच्छा लगता है उस नरम घास की चादर पर लेट कर आसमां को तकना, अच्छा लगता है पत्तों पर गिरी हुई ओस की बूँदों से Read more…

By Mamta Sehgal, ago


I trekked up the trail of a million fallen leaves – gradient from luster brown to bright scarlet – leaving crunched twigs and imprints of presence attempting to forget the woes of the heart where soft Read more…

By Ge Marquez, ago

Beach Life

The Ocean waves its greetings to the Shore, gently tickling the tips of his sand with her wet fingers she sighs at the contact breathing in before heaving back in sweet repetition this brazen exchange

By Ge Marquez, ago