I'm bashful, I'm dopey, I may seem a little mopey but I'm really soapy. I'm sleepy, I'm sneezy, but this is what makes me breezy. I'm grumpy, I'm happy and that's what makes me snappy. All together this makes me one mellow, fellow yellow.
Category: poetry
the wound: By Megan Tyler
the silence in this mouth erodes breaks down the enamel the protective coating is gone now the silence in this body is a bandage but the blood of the living keeps bleeding through seeping red gushing despair
Winnipeg in January 2016: By Kelvin Iris
On a warm spring-like winter day in January twenty-sixteen, I saw eagles. There were four circling tightly above the bell-tower of Knox United Church. They glided above what were four gothic corner spikes. One had been struck down by lightning in twenty- ten. Corner to corner they curved their flight barely stirring their feathers, but … Continue reading Winnipeg in January 2016: By Kelvin Iris
A Life: By Jan McCartney
Old man with wrinkled brow tell me what you’re thinking now… I think of memories, turned now to dust and golden times, covered now with rust. I think of rivers running clear and a lovely wife who was so dear. Of family sounds and laughter, too and a tiny home, round which ivy grew. Of … Continue reading A Life: By Jan McCartney
Empty Envelopes: By James Adamson
Disintegrating internally with so much hope Held inside; The death of hope actually; but maybe it is a rebirth. All the potential letters and invitations and pronouncements are like the cherished water gun. Or bumper cars and games of hide and go seek of childhood; when others made their opinion of you clear, … Continue reading Empty Envelopes: By James Adamson
Lost Child: By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.
The lights shine on her sweet smile And how you long to hold her. But she has not known love awhile. Who will try to save her? You can save her If you see The dark deep in her eyes she hides. She’s trying to hide. She’s trying to hide. This little girl, this frightened … Continue reading Lost Child: By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.
Drowning: By Cassandra Kulay
The cold lonely sea swallows me whole there is nothing to console me, a tsunami of fear comes rolling towards me, my emotions a swamp, teeming with cold blooded life. I can dissect the facts of how I ended up here, mired in depression and desolation, no answer will rescue or redeem me, tangled in … Continue reading Drowning: By Cassandra Kulay
Hit: By Cory Buchanan
A disco orbit, street lamps jet up veins. In floating rocketship pace, tramping through black space. Down-tempos gush a dopamine hero caressing eyes in this blackout blow. Looking within, sinking by a warm telescope.
When the Reaper Comes: By Robert St.Germain
When the reaper comes to take me home, I may go to heaven or hell. Either way I will remember the times, I rised and fell. All the blood, sweat and tears, and all the courage and fear. Life is a puzzle we put together, 'til we die. We paint a picture, when we … Continue reading When the Reaper Comes: By Robert St.Germain
Join Me: Robert St. Germain
Join me on a cloud underneath the moon savour every moment, for the morning will come soon. Love me now under the stars. Let's say goodbye to all the old scars. We can enjoy the now away from it all. We will tear down the walls and watch them all fall. Our bond is a … Continue reading Join Me: Robert St. Germain
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