Will You?

Will you whisper my name in the dark when you feel lonely?
Will you see me through black and white photographs before dreaming?
Will you recall our memories? Will you?

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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Which Way

up down
left right

so confused

every direction
a possibility

future unsure

forging plans
hoping eternal

right move

 

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 Journey, Ubiquitous

Palm-fronds, found hid
within the uncarved wood,
stretch shade about the desert
of the skirting board, as
‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their
stores in sanded, varnished vista.

The whiteblue gates of
bluewhite bars guard
entrance to the softbrown steps;
the caravan is led
by robed-figures.

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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Poem #315

I keep my heart concealed.
I keep my personality silent.
I keep my truth locked in my throat.
I do it because I hear echoes of past experiences
in his voice and it makes me scared.
I guess I would rather hold on to fear,
do everything to keep myself safe than
take a fucking chance at happiness.

And I fell out of love

No one stays in love forever, they say
When years are countless and there is nothing else
Familiarity and routine, no more surprises
Voice in your head screaming
I want to get out of here!

For a time you will feel sorry
for yourself and for things
as they are
It has fed your curiosity
You rethink and there is nothing more to see

I might have fallen a few times out of love
But this one is so special
They say, as you get older
Love strikes a little harder
I guess this is what they mean
I love with a heart so old
It has gotten cold
I love with a weary heart
Now I want a new start

My heart has fallen down my feet
Rusty and dusty
It cannot greet a new day
When all else fails
as the heartbeat that signifies new life
Do things that normal beings do
Eat, bathe, sleep, touch the ground.
You may feel stuck where you are
But the earth is moving
It is definitely taking you somewhere.

Esmeralda Balita is living paradox.

WordPress: www.inexhaustiblemuse.wordpress.com

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Rainstorm Romance

It was a rainstorm infatuation.
The clouds romantically dimmed the skies.
She looked perfect under the veiled night,
deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater,
eyes as big as saucers.
A rainstorm of happenstance
that we’ll never regret,
even when we’re happily married
to someone else.

I’m a middle-aged writer from Santa Barbara. I have a poetry book available at Amazon called, Awkward Grace.  Visit me at Crowonthewire_Poetry @ instagram or my blog @ www.crowonthewire.com.

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Grating

noise pollution
stupidity
carelessness
lying
aging

all hampering my growth
stuck in frustration
it’s a luxury to rise above
no possible escape

teeth clenched
headache imminent
downtime urgent

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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