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A Man of Some Renown

The Order of Prince Yaroslav the Wise, fifth class, is the highest rank a Ukrainian foreign national can achieve. Its newest inductee is back home in Florida and has been in the shower so...

good and evil poem 1

Carrion Cost

Poem   I believed him a sheep, because I felt the fleece, But the wolf was always there. I never felt the sharpness of his teeth, So his secret hadn’t cost me a care....

Poetry about struggle 0

Waterbed

Poem To the naked eye, it was a fine mattress. The woman, supine, seemed serene on the waves- gentle and small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.) But zoom in- you may notice her...

poem about choice 0

Dual

Poem   The arena was informal, but the stakes were high. The crowd, eerily silent, chose champions, But kept their preferences to themselves. She watched and wrung her hands with dismay, Yet did not...

Back Alley 0

Alleyways

One step, and a thick, warm fog wraps around me. My head swims; my eyes grow heavy. I can barely see- everything is blurry. I know that I’ve been here before, And in my...

life poem 0

Boomerang

Life Poem Sometimes it comes back… Like cat who’s been away on a spree, Or like the smell of a night flower, Blooming again for the summer. Sometimes it comes back, And it feels...

Reflection poem 0

Vision

Poem   “I still don’t see it.” He sighed. Trying to stay patient, he pointed again. I looked in the direction he indicated, But my vision ended at his fingertip. He rubbed his temples....

Regret Poems About Life: 1

Storage

Poem Every morning, my eyelids push open upon my brain, and, as light streams through the windows to my soul, the boxes and stacks of grief piled against them topple and become a heap....

freedom poem 0

Sailing With Life

Poem   There is always Someone for someone A soul for soul Friends are the one thing Hard to find and keep Yet, keep your eyes On the open waters Or the open road...

Cat in a Barrel, poem about the fragility of life 0

Fractured

Poem No sudden moves- Can’t let a shard slip. The vessel is barely carrying The puddle I call Me, and This glue, this glue Is imperfect. It’s makeshift composition: Wine and approval Pounds and...

sad love poem 0

Breath

Poem   Sometimes I forget to breathe, But that’s not true. In reality, I just stop sometimes; I think about you and Pause my processes Close my eyes Grieve the losses And a bit...

poem about pain 0

Monster

Poem   Even if I’d set out to intentionally create a source of pain, I couldn’t have done better. Because it never really leaves, it only lessens, Becomes distracted by a leg cramp here,...