Best Mages Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between my bedroom windowpanes.

I try to sit up from the fluff...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked shelf,
To see without a key.

A wince doth lurk wearing which...

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The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought back remembering his working day.

In his leather like work hardened hand,
In left palm carefully placed a tobacco slice,,
With his right...

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Imagine
by Amy Saleh

Imagine opening a door
Only to be sucked into a vortex of abandon
Imagine drowning in an ocean of cool blue
Washing away all your pain
Imagine being reborn as a bird
Soaring over a dreamland of passion
Imagine floating on a silver cloud
Your heart sinking and ebbing
Imagine your...

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The violet tress of clover blossom,
marks the countess' winter solemn.
Her sorrow,
her cardinal wanton 
for her prince,
falsely in prison.

There is no respite to her yearning.
There is no satiation to her craving.
There is no solvency to her predilection.
There is no end to her attraction. 
There is no...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of the frigid Winter floor, 
Stirring cirrus shadow limbs of a...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows show to those whose senses could. 

Turning my head to...

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Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much."

So more than "much, " much more than "all."
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all,...

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MISSISSIPPI

M y love for the magnolia tree
I s a botanist dream.
S omething special to see
S o white, magnolia gleams!
I f I had a choice of trees,
S omeone suggestion was 
S pruce,
I would say I like my State’s tree.
P lus the bloom is as white as...

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By: Liam Wilson

Just like
Mages learning
To memorize their spells
We poets study formulae
To vex...

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The breezes and the trees
From summers long ago

Summer reading programs
Done in under four days
-- Give or take

Of sneaking out to read
By pale moon light

With dreams of Xiandré, twins and knights
Of crazy thoughts when I wake 

I remember
A life not my own
Nor my only



Humanity’s screams
For salvation

Cries...

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Simple neighbour but a potential predator
Images of a bad X-ray seen through hospitable beings
Every smile is perceived mischievous
Growing bad impression on constant good gestures
Evolving friendship nurtured by perceptions and preconceived ideas

Men in simple clothing but gangs in weary eyes
Entry and exit, emotionally been monitored
Neighbourhood so...

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Her faith must have come from her mother's voice:
that woman who took her to church taught her how to pray,
perhaps angels resemble her in her pure innocence;
does Lily ever skips a prayer...wouldn't she rather play?


For now her stuffed dolls lay on the neat carpet with...

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The invading alien came near.
A harbinger of ill will I thought, 
paralyzed with overwhelming fear
that it was our abduction he sought.

I called on all the spirits I knew,
vampires, mages, goblins, and a ghost;
a town hall meeting with the whole crew,
I gloomily guessed we were all...

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