By Ralph Dranow | Featured Contributor
Love makes hate laugh,
Says, “Don’t take yourself so seriously.”
Love kisses fear on the lips,
Says, “I’ll take care of you.”
Don’t take yourself so seriously.
We all bleed the same vermillion.
I’ll take care of you
Because you are me.
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By Shalini Mandhyan | Featured Contributor
What is this
That tests my hopes so…
What is this colour in the sky
That repels and is so loud…
What is the rush in the waves
That seems to devour every shore…
What is this…this roar
That silently lurks in every corner…
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By Cliff Eshom | Featured Contributor
Falling on my roof, a very old friend
I listen in a warm bed, comforted
A steady patter reassuring to me
life will continue no matter what else,
serving all needs its faithful endeavor
nurturing, refreshing, renewal forever.
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By Joy C. Ezugwu | Featured Contributor
In my scared nest I lay
Like a bird, unsure of what to do
To give in or not
To give all or withhold.
In my dazed state I stared
Stroking my hair in search of solution
Licking my sores in solitude
Striving for that peace of mind I crave.
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By Pavneet Kaur | Featured Contributor
Smiling is the best exercise
for your body and soul
Smile to add warmth to relations
Smile to build trust
Smile to motivate
Smile to gather strength
Smile in the hope of better times
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By Navnidhi Vyas | Featured Contributor
Do you want an eternal treasure?
Blessing is enough.
Do you want a key to open your heart?
Courage is enough.
Do you want to learn the summary of life?
A flower is enough.
Do you want to steal someone’s sorrow?
Hope is enough.
Do you want a Jin?
Your mind is more than enough.
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By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
I am not my body.
I am not the wrinkles around my eyes,
nor am I the deep lines forming under my nose.
I am not the softening of my belly that is thickening my waist and
now spilling over my waistbands.
I am not the annoying chin hairs cropping up.
Every time I look in the mirror,
I notice the things I am not.
My eye goes right to anything that screams aging at me,
especially my now droopy neck.
Or the brown spots forming on my face and hands.
“Damn it!” I say to myself.
“I am getting old.”
And I turn away in disgust.
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