Emptying

the anger
is palpable
holding back
a muffled urge
steeliness
at the back
of the throat

thin, silent trickles escape

the emotions
get denser
and the dam
must open
to release
every gallon
of sadness
and rage

please, just fucking hold me until I stop crying

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Sorrow

covering the old wounds
crying hidden behind new masks
hoping that nobody will ever ask
if i am pleased with what passed
rushing now through hopeless odd and painted faces
smiling in order to fill all the empty spaces

I am Valentina, a 21 years old writer established in Timisoara.  My Instagram writing account is : https://www.instagram.com/poetry_by_valentina/?hl=ro, and my WordPress blog is : https://atelierulvalentinei.wordpress.com/.

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At The End Of Tears

long-suffering inaction
swirling thoughts of detraction

whole-body immersion
in this angsty subversion

finally much-needed action
all to my satisfaction

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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A Flow’r Upon A Grave

O, that this earth, which keeps the world in awe
and rests beside the Avon – spirited –
should dance through sinew-spilled ink ne’er more,
nor track the rhythms it inspired…
Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by!
With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie
suffused! Anew’s the influence – in flux –
with each cascade of spring to inundate
th’fields! E’er fallow lies our linguistic muck;
t’you may yet it turn for cultivation.
Star-fire across the firmament! Its place?
Lighting up the way for the rising sun.
Four hundred years… aft’ all this stretch of time

your quill, once dipped in potted-ink, moves mine.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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At The Entrance Of The Afternoon

12.01pm

This winter wind,
wispful in its wistsome wonder,
wears its wawtry cloak.
Flame stands in its ungentle passing;
maps back-lit by unnatchrul light.

Serene…
Steps upon a floating city;
gaze upon the world you’ve entered.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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The 5th (Tricube Style)

In the 5th
Memory
Months gone by

Out of sight
Out of mind
Said goodbye

The blackness
Been removed
Relieved sigh

(In loving memory of Donald L Snyder Sr December 1st, 1936- August 10th, 2019)

Matt Snyder is a multi artist from Pennsylvania.
He can be found blogging at both aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com & 365sepia.photo.blog (which starts in February)
and always on the the lookout for visual submissions.

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Writing Is A Visual Art

Papyrus painted o’er ‘n o’er;
sinews sending song-spilt ink.
Have you, yet, learnt to dance?

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com