Too many hopes deferred Expecting some sudden change Too many hurtful words hurled Regrettablyly exploded in haste Too many injustices collected Like I-wasn’t-gonna-say-but I-always-you-never, you=always-I-never Irretrievably launched into space We couldn’t imagine there’d be flowers Because of so much fallen snow
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Dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile Goodness, the very heart of you, Joy, radiates in the life of you, Love, the very being of you, being you. The post Love, the Very Being of You | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
Last month Poem-A-Day ran this wonderful prose poem by Ellen Bass that I can’t get out of my head…It reminded me of my grandmother teaching me “Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive” as sung by Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters. Though the song was recorded almost two decades before I was born, it remains one of my…
Plot twists: Trump is now Veruca with Congress and Judiciary as parents Peace and harmony was the theme Turns out he was just a bad egg McConnell’s head Umpa Lumpa Drank all the Fizzy Lifting Drinks That Donnie replaced with bleach The Grim Reaper’s fatally flawed Giuliani ate Everlasting Gob-stoppers And turned his hair shoe…
“though I ‘m certain that this heart of mine hasn’t a ghost of a chance/ in this crazy romance,/ you go to my head.” Related Stories Bea Wain, “You Go to My Head” Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
distant colony entangled liberation soba noodles soup allegorical subtexts lost in multiple meanings More at https://twitter.com/hwl76/status/1225709355246538752. The post Subtext | Baris Semerci appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
The ants are back. The dove is gone. I hear you clearing your throat. This means everything is doomed. I am doomed. These things prove it. I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed. I smile. This means that everything is okay. I remind myself that I am not doomed. That I can change…
