Words Just Fail by Ross Walsh
If I’m honest with myself,/ words just fail to capture/ it. Every time they’re/ never quite able to/ encapsulate
Wish by Maria A. Arana
a four-letter word/ like love/ and hate// they become lodged under the tongue/ neatly spaced/ waiting// …to share
Tea with Anxiety by Lisa Molina
Anxiety squeezed my lungs with/ sharp talons, punching its fists/ on my heart through my chest.// Anxiety
Birch Tree by Melissa Perri Smith
There’s a fire burning in our backyard, fueled/ by kerosene, dried leaves, & bark from the/ birch tree, a tree
A Round Town Full of Squares by Matthew Johnson
The next-door neighbor, a former classmate,/ Slams his front door in a huff and a puff,/ Stepping out into the world
Meditation on the Brown Color of my Eyes by Jeff Burt
I don’t even know/ what burnt umber looks like/ or why you’d burn an umber/ to make it darker,/ and my eyes
The Stars Don’t Care by Wil Michael Wrenn
The stars don’t care/ if I am right or not;/ they don’t judge or criticize./ The bird that flies/ through the skies/ and
The spring awakening. The sonnet by Paweł Markiewicz
The springtide wakes up not only in dreams./ The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths./ One listens
dusk/dawn by Caitlin Mae Thomson
People have let me down/ The moon rises in the sky/ I bite my nail beds/ And hug my knees/ The milky dawn
Tricube by Nivedita Karthik
Poets are/ Hitchhikers/ Waiting and// Waiting to/ Ride on the/ Next thought train// To unknown/ Places deep
The Shine Of It by Susan Kay Anderson
I like to see the shine of it/ Just when it is there on the ring/ With all the others/ Even though someone else/ Gave
Magnolia by Byron Beynon
Outside the abbey window/ facing south,/ near the furrowed path/ I've walked,/ the magnolia tree grows/ timeless
A song visits my dream by Padmaja Battani
A song visits my dream/ A song with muted lips/ I hear its lyrics with my heart// A song with wings and no
Orbit by Brian J. Alvarado
an off-frost-white balloon/ on the first day above 80,/ whether bereft of helium/ and enslaved to the wind,/ or
Trees of the Wood by Charles Haddox
Hourglass, the whirlpools on water./ Sun glitter/ for clover moths and yews. Their rising helices/ embrace a
Create by Jeanette Winsor
The red ink/ in my red pen/ flows off/ into space./ I climb on its back/ dashing myself into/ the obscure/ wondering
Snowdrops by Will Snelling
The day ages backwards./ A sunless morning, then light/ Does its slow reveal/ Behind black marionettes/ Of
Another Spring Poem by Richard LeDue
Dawn coats the birches in orange paint/ each morning now,/ while patches of dead grass/ next to old
Casida of the Wild Parrot by Mark J. Mitchell
Wild parrot/ escaping his home hill/ leaving flocks behind/ looking for his name./ Wild parrot/ poison green
Northern Sky by John Hansen
Hawks have two wings/ on a dismal spring day./ In the evening,/ after winds stop begging/ at the door, a young
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