Autopilot – A Poem by Angelica Fuse
Amazing
how quickly
I revert
to the old
patterns
how quickly
I sound like
I did a year
ago
I want to be
more
than an empty
persona.
contemporary poetry
Little by Little – A Poem by Izzy Noon
Little by little
then moment by moment
measured out
minutely, you crept
into my life like a vine,
leafing and spreading,
filling my garden
with precious herbs
I did not know
would heal my wounds.
Ghosts – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha
Listening to the pattering
window panes come alive
at night, like rotund ghosts.
Sleep walks in mid-dream,
in mornings the hail storms gather around the flowers
to chat.
Invented Voice – A Poem by Tandem
I had to invent
a voice, a new face
last night
Judge me if you please
There was no more
interest in full old
me, old friends
Leaving me by myself
to compose in empty rooms.
Childish One – A Poem by Alan Inman
I loathe
the childish me
who pushes to get
his way,
who still hesitates
to share his toys,
who grins
when he gets what
he wants.
Toss Up – A Poem by Ridley Flock
It’s a toss up,
my life in the air
I fly above the swollen earth
looking for a spot to land
I am a restless space
Traveler, uncertain
of true home,
distant stars call my family
name.
Floating Flowers – A Poem by Paul Tristram
As the bubbles stream upwards
from my gasping mouth,
my arms picture frame
everything in thrashing thunder,
I see the bottom of them
twirling like Catherine Wheels,
sending me to Coventry
and embracing the sunshine
petal wide.
I can’t blame them.
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John Ramm's Car Buying Experience – A Poem by JD DeHart
Cursing under his steaming
breath, John Ramm is working
through piles of paperwork
None of it makes sense
to his animal mind
but the kindly little fleshy
animal on the other side
of the desk is smiling,
so maybe that is a good
sign
In the wild, when animals
draw back lips and show
teeth, it’s usually bad news,
a hard afternoon,
but here it seems to mean,
I’m doing the best I can
here, so go easy on me.
A Goodbye Poem – A Poem by Russ Cope
How many ways
are there to say
Goodbye?
Often, a period
is the best.
Fire Birds – A Poem by JD DeHart
Together, they assault
the air
then fall into ashen bits
only to find themselves
blinking to life again,
soaring with heat.
If the heart wants to
live, it lives on; if it lies
peaceful in slumber,
it rests in the pebbles.