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Details | Free verse | |

Frozen Howl

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance

Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows 
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out

Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special 
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure 

Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete

Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Free verse | |


A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream

Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts

Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light

Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls

Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets 
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams 
from everywhere and nowhere

Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind

Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye

Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries

Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await

Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler

Copyright © liam mcdaid

Details | Terza Rima | |

The Moon, The Swan, The Rose

The Moon, The Swan, The Rose

I see an enchanted image that you’ve never dreamed of
With reflections twinkling while dancing on wave drops
Of a dreamy blue lake that is a mirror of one white swan

A dancing beauty with a pureness that blesses this water
She floats like a princess with such an elegance and grace
As splendor ripples through a lens of her divine existence
A canvas painting as one masterpiece beyond compare
As the moonlight manifests a sweet rose in my dreams
Beautiful to desire now that nothing shall be disturbed

Within a frozen memory a brilliant diamond illuminates
As the full moon’s image enters the depths of her soul
And a sad, certain loneliness leaves her spirit exhausted

Arising before my eyes on the wings of angels I see all 
Clearly now with an excited, fluttering magical heartbeat 
Believe me—that this eternal blue sky is incredibly real

With a golden orb of light colors reflecting so exquisitely
Now as majestic images of God’s Heaven appear above
I see His very image of the Moon, the Swan, and the Rose

Anne-Lise Andresen, Gary Bateman, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Couplet | |

Moon Light Moon Night

We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God’s Moon Light,
And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night.

The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night,
Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light.

I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night,
Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light.  

This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light, 
Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night.

A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night,
While God’s grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light.

Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light,
Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night. 

My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light,
As we ponder and hold so special God’s emotion felt on this Moon Night.  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana

Details | Personification | |

The Moon Only Cries

A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe

The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay

Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer

The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries

Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13  Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah

Copyright © Karen Anglesey

Details | Free verse | |

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?

I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.

Copyright © tara jennings

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | Light Poetry | |

I Am MoonBee

" I  Am  MoonBee ... "

( Matt. 5: 14 - 16 )

I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
I Bear The Sweet Drops of Honey
and Wear Lunar-Eclipses' Rings ...

... and once in a blue moon
or in the final moon of blood
I will wax and than wane
... and ride tidal waves to floods
( Acts 2: 17-20, 21 )

I Am The Silvery Moon
That Makes Night Oceans Gleam
... and The Bee Upon The Blossoms
In Seasons of Summer and Spring ...

... and once in a harvest moon
glowing generous and golden
I gather gardens, like bees
storing & spreading nectar-pollen 

Yet As The Full Moon Rises
and As The Bee Soars & Stings
The Brave, Little Bee Prepares To Die
As Moon Despairs Behind Cloud-Screens ...

... and Peeks Out As A Half-Moon
Yet - Still, Busy As A Bee
Still Reflecting Light & Truth
As Pure & Sweet As Fresh Honey ...

I Am The Crescent-Shape Moon
and The Bee's Honeycomb
and The Heart-Chamber of My Hive
Holds Moons 'Neath Heaven's Throne ...

I Am The Halo-Spotted Moon
and The Sound of Humming Bees
In Prayer-Swarms of Sacred Songs
I Declare In Moonlit-Melodies ...

... and once by a midnight moon
in marching scenes of sky
set as signs & times & cycles
& measure-symbols for earthkind's eyes
( Gen. 1: 14-18 )

I Am The Full Moon Rising
Yet Falling Softly Upon Seas
That Care & Colonize Like Bees
& Bear Messages of Great Kings ...
( Matt. 28: 18, 19, 20 )

... and once in a hunter's moon
in shades of yellow and black
there shone glimpses of paths & visions
where moon kept sight & tracks

I've A Luminary Lamp
Like The Moon In Full Glory
I've A Duty To People & Purpose
Like A Queen Bee's Story ...

I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
Yet, I Share Much Healing Honey
and Bear Many, Bright Moonbeams ...

- for I am the devout MoonBee
pollinating & polishing dreams -

    Written & Copyrighted ©:  5/22/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady

Details | Free verse | |

Lonely moon

Under that pale moon we fell,
deep beneath it's deceitful spell
the pallid beacon drew two moths,
each cut from very different cloths
sharing moonlight's loneliness, 
our curse; our void; our emptiness

Under that pale moon, truth died
two lonely hearts could not abide
their fate, to burn, perhaps to freeze
those moments in the moonlight seized
on fragile wings, on furtive flights
together in that palest light
We fluttered so, so far away,
each leading other's hearts astray
to other moons and other's pain
and other lies were told again
for love, forlorn, for sanity,
for isolation or, for vanity

Two hollow hearts beneath that moon,
where hollow feelings end so soon
the vacuum of an empty soul's
a cold, cold place, a black, black hole
where fidelity and pride may die,
underneath a moonlit sky

Copyright © David Brown

Details | Rhyme | |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
dwifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means

Copyright © Davin Payne

Details | Free verse | |

Foggy Night


The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets

Copyright © Trisha Sugarek

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


Running through the universe,
Looking for the light,
I found a broken rainbow,
Crying in the night.

I tried to glue it back again,
Fix it's bleeding heart,
But the circle had been broken,
Before it's song could start.

The push and pull of meaning,
Are tugging at my sleeve,
The million colours dancing,
In the cloth the weaver weaves.

Are burning in the darkness,
Burning in the night,
As the rainbow goes on crying,
Sinking out of sight.

And now I'm crying loneliness,
Crying on my knees,
The butterflies of emptiness,
Are dancing in the breeze.

Running through the universe,
Looking for your face,
I come back to the start again,
To find my  tail I chase.

I know I've found my destiny,
I know that it is true,
The beginning and the end of it,
Is where we'll all meet you.

more at

Copyright © ness tillson

Details | Quatrain | |

The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 

Copyright © Robyn Thomas

Details | I do not know? | |


Silver is the twinkling stars
Silver is spilled moonlight 
Silver is a fairy’s wings
ready to take flight-
A baby’s laugh
A wizard’s staff 
A puppy’s ‘arf!’
Snowflakes and
angel cakes
and silver spherical decorates.
The highest pitch of a piano’s tinker
Is silver
And the sea is silver
When the gentle rays touch the water.
Silver is a penny tossed into a wishing well
Then wishes are silver
Sparkling distantly
But never getting fewer.
Silver is a teardrop
Silver is a sight
Silver is the most beautiful sword
Owned be the noblest knight.
Silver is a ray of hope 
You can always cling on
Silver is the budding dreams
of countless childhood memories.
Silver is the spiraling,
Never-ending flow
Of gentle fluffy snow.
You can taste silver
If you truly believe
In the land of fantasy
On Christmas eve.

Copyright © Rosy Love

Details | Manqabat | |

Bright sun Vs blue moon

Explore the Messiah 
In yourself
He should be
 the love
 In your heart
That bright sun
 evil should be
That black dot
 in your heart
 Panel of the dark
That blue moon 

Copyright © Sallam Yassin

Details | Free verse | |

Hunger Moon

Nauseous yellow,

and rising above

dying limbs.

Hungry, and full

it looms over,

watching the wicked

grow wings.

Some say the Moon

was once a piece of the Earth,

that during the fetal stages of

the solar nebula, it simply

span off, like a drunk dancing

in circles, his beer flung

from dizzy hands.

Others say that the Moon

 followed the Earth home,

and was kept in the might

of gravity.

And yet, the theory I like 

best is: Two angry, molten

planetesimals collided right

in our front yard and fought

for the Iron heart that 

eventually got pulled inside

our world; explaining the 

difference in composition

between the hungry,

and the greedy.

The wicked,

and the solemn

looking down at us,
waiting for another fight.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley

Details | Tanka | |

Full Moon Fever

The lagoon water ripples silver under the skimming breeze and the moonbeam blazes a hot trail on their quivering bare bodies.

Copyright © Abdul Malik

Details | Free verse | |

The moon rose

They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves… 
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.

My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear. 
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.

Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth, 
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.

Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms. 
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment. 
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.

The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them. 
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.

I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas

Details | Prose | |


I lay awake at night, in the shadow of your dreams and wonder if your heart beats
 in the same cadence as it did before. I grip the thoughts between fingers of historic 
misuse, and hold as tightly as these shaken bones allow. I never wanted to be 
condemned, but your wake pours over this frothy soul, and fills me with a need that
 I have yet to fully understand. You are the gravity of my moon, sending brilliant surges
 to a once empty and fruitless beach. I can feel your pulse, your warm and resounding 
posture. It quakes within, and through my eyes, I cannot blink you away. This vision, 
this novel and volatile perspective is the catalyst for the fury that I thought was lost. 
Tonight, I pray your dreams shine alongside the stars I've seen in your eyes.
 I hope your heart beats to the same song that crashes through me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley

Details | Free verse | |

The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | I do not know? | |

what kind of love I

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind,
the kind you can never forget -


Copyright © Jim Cross

Details | Verse | |

Silent sound

As night should fall and the bat flying in the nightly sky, I stand there at my window gazing into space light shimmering, singing the silent sound of my music.

Copyright © ali hammoud

Details | Free verse | |


Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | I do not know? | |

Paper Moon

Sullen wood eyes, 
Bring your wrath down upon me
Allow your storms to flood
The valleys of my heart
Burn the casualties of your years,
Yet you are young in your fire and
The fuel spits copper dreams,
Malleable, infallible

Meet me on the docks sunken smile,
Throw bread out to me
And I’ll gather my flocks
To nibble away at your words
Whisper to the water,
Relive your grey clouds
And I will paint the sky
Your favorite color 
Throw your line out,
Catch a new love
To keep you warm at night

But he is a fox,
Sly and cunning
He will howl for you
When the moon sits high
But when your clouds
Come around again
Know that the fox
Will run back to his hole 
But I'll be waiting,
Your little firefly,
The light behind your eyes
I’ll help you find your paper moon

Copyright © Shanice Hilliard

Details | Rhyme | |

Styx River

Conquered by the circumambient incandescent 
We are impuissant to all illumination 
Its conflagrant presence remains incessant 
The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation
Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent 
Beauty transmogrified to incarceration 

Destitute to substance of atramentous 
Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness
Reverse fear of aura that is portentous 
The cosmos suffocating, attempting solace
Abyss of chaos, our species remains apprentice
Our essence, Yang without Yin, remains starless

Copyright © Jillian Veitenheimer

Details | Free verse | |

Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 


and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 


that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen

Details | Blank verse | |

Once upon a fog

I strolled about a foggy nightmare
when fireflies uncovered their wisdom,
and scarce light radiated belief
in the moon.

Then I too believed in the moon,
for its color pervaded the air,
and it sat on the body of a cherry tree,
that night.

That night, the stars bowed their heads,
and seated themselves above my street.
They glowed, watching passer-by me...
I hid my eyes.

I hid my eyes from the nightmare.
Suns never after descended to shine
in my fog, for my dream was the tragedy
that made godly street lights weep. 


Ruxandra Duca, FIND THE PUZZLE!, 05.10.2014

Copyright © Ruxandra Duca

Details | Free verse | |

The Night of a Dead Tree and Its Last Leaf

—The sun in confined to a bed being seized with jaundice—

Although the neighbors and siblings were gone,
you and I most hold onto father’s arm for the sake of 
a deformed child’s fatality that couldn’t come and go as wish.

At the present, however, even the father, 
who I have once trusted, lost his crown of adolescence,
and blinks his hopeless eyes with his shaking limbs and body 
that has grown thinner and undergoes a trial of heavy silence 
being deprived of expressing a self.

It’ll be a white snowstorm soon
for the black wind is growing violent…
though abandoned, here is no oblivion,
for it is constrained abandonment.

Loneliness, therefore, approaches nearer
flapping its huge and dark wings.  Hence, 
all the more yearn for a tales of old days…

LI PO…li po…
LAFORGUE, JULES…laforgue, jules…

The echo in the middle of the air struck against the moon
and became an appeal of frozen stiff Leica that sounds hollow 
and painful, and to return to the tightly closed bosom of the earth
because the moon has thrown her thickened hypocritical veil.

However, even a laurel tree only grows in the moon
withered and dead by a curse called the twentieth century.
Even Jupiter seems deadly brown on this evening
as though the last leaf is hanging onto its dead limb.

Copyright © Su Ben

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awareness first

Awareness of cold and biting pain
Ruthless purpose of wind and pouring rain
A wolf cries out to his moon again
I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid.

When thunder strikes and hael hits earth
Flashes of light do fear and moaning birth
Waters angrily crashing through hostile firth
I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid.

Pupils dilated for the dark and danger
Peace and light – which is stranger?
I am this wild place’s only ranger
I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid.

My frame I glimpse in a window’s reflection
Not feral, not savage but far from perfection
At once I observe a mental correction:
I am outside, alone and very afraid.

Copyright © Vanessa Hollenbach