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Wrong Impressions - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Wrong Impressions – A Poem by G. S. Katz

I see her everyday in my neighborhood
Early every morning like clockwork
Carrying a shopping bag
And scavenging garbage cans for treasure

She’s probably in her 70s
Nothing unusual about her
Probably homeless and searching for food
Are my first conclusions proved wrong

After seeing her for months while I walk my dog
I approach her one day and offer her $20 for food
She looks at me with disdain and refuses my offer
Not even politely she blows me off with pleasure

Long story short, two remarkable things happen
I see her one day at a flea market
With a table selling her wares
And discover soon after, she lives in a luxury condo
across the street from me

I surmise she retired years ago
Found herself bored or in need of funds
Was in good shape and clever
Knowing free inventory is money found

I judged her with typical city eyes
But applaud her for her discipline and courage
For she found the secret of one man’s trash
Is another woman’s payday and cash

Euthanasia - A Poem by Pragati Gupta - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Euthanasia – A Poem by Pragati Gupta

Suffocated lives seem liveable,
Breathable.
The inhales become the problem.
The exhales the solution.
I sigh the differences,
Measure them,
Like a tonic poured down the throat
Of a long-suffering leper,
A magical potion.
The sibyl often warned me,
To maintain hard hearted distances
I admit I failed.
Can you legalize the deadlock?
Euthanasia, may be?

Marigold Inside - A Poem by JD DeHart - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Marigold Inside – A Poem by JD DeHart

When the world was grey through and through,
and the friends we thought we knew
only revealed themselves in pantomime,
mouthing the thought
of whomever was seated across from them,
and when our theology
seemed to only echo the sound of a space between
invisible clouds,
the way emptiness preaches to uncertainty,
I knew that her heart would still be overwhelmed,
and I knew that the girl
I met in a velvet plush room, when seeing the universe again,
like the first time all over,
would spread her arms and a fresh assortment –
azaleas, star flowers,
chrysanthemums, Easter lilies, and those always
glowing marigolds – would rise like new,
and my down-trodden views, my neglect
and well-tended negativity would again fade,
seeing life and history and birth and death
as a convoluted mixture of the eventual,
the possible, the declared and undeclared,
and the always flowering present, a snap-image
of doubt-shaking hope in the face of ash,
and she would always, always teach me
about beauty, trust, and patience.

Passion That Breathes Long - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Passion That Breathes Long – A Poem by G. S. Katz

I’ve loved and lost
Then loved once more
Always had the capacity
To dust off and try again

All these years later
I look back fondly
At pieces of dreams
That became romances
For better or worse

From all of you
I took something
Looking back fondly
I smile and recollect

You touched me in ways
I still recall
You never left forever
Your memory etched
In a passion that breathes long

Watching from Afar - A Poem by G. S. Katz - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Watching from Afar – A Poem by G. S. Katz

Were you paying homage to me
Or trying to steal my thunder?
Either way
Know this
I’m always watching from afar
Every nuance, every move
I surround you
You didn’t learn from just anyone
You learned from the best
I advise caution in your approach
But continue with courage
Cross me and you’ll pay
with more than your dangerous curves
Salute me with your honor
And what you really want will
be yours

Have I made myself clear?

Only Live... - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

Only Live… – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Leave it at that,
on a precipice
are rolling ideas,
hurt is an intangible
substance of being,
what is, is not,
the rhythm measures
to imponderables,
thoughts leaven where
the only is lonely,
a being.
Leave it at that.
The rhyme of sands on sea shores of washed-away death
is the flood of our times. They who cause it are in hollow beds, where sleep takes the informal time.
Rest is the formality of washed-away truths.
Leave it, smother dreams
with pillow and tablets.
They won’t be crushed.
Only live with amputated
arms and legs.

The Restless Mind - A Poem by Noah Steinberg-Di Stefano - Read Poetry Online by Talented Contemporary Poets

The Restless Mind – A Poem by Noah Steinberg-Di Stefano

My mind Drifts
Like a plastic Bottle
On an ocean wave
Finding its way to virgin shores
Unable to resist the enticing pull of the beautiful unknown
Can I trust it?
One thought visionary, the next wavering
All impulsive and unpredictable
On constant tug of war between passion and reason
Sensitive segues
From one notion to the next
Giant leaps of consciousness
The restless mind walks the line between genius and impulsive insanity
The restless minds floats like a seed in the wind
At the mercy of the slightest change in the current
The seed is an idea
Once that idea has found fertile ground
Its roots dig deep
Stubbornly, mercilessly
Taking hold
Sensitive segues
I will make this a reality says the restless mind
Nothing will stop me

Illustration by James Steinberg

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