By Aditi Anvita | Featured Contributor
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigor,
Competes with bitter world,
To affirm her existence.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of society.
By Cara Amy Goldthorpe | Featured Contributor
Protect the soils:
soils from which
new life grows
life to sustain us
with its nourishing blooms
till we return to the earth
to begin
another cycle
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
Create some wind.
No matter what swirls around you,
add some air to it.
Whether it is a sigh
or a deep gulp,
get it going.
Don’t get caught in the holding of your inner breezes.
This only creates pain…
Life is born in and through us
and it is only on the wing of our precious breath
that we can unfold and float
among the mountains and valleys.
By Steven Michael Krystal | Featured Contributor
I have a friend, so do you,
We share laughs and smiles all day through,
For all of my life, telling me what to do,
A small voice from within, tried and true.
When we are kids, fun and play,
Days of bliss, all is okay,
As we grow up, things don’t go our way,
Life turns amiss, a steep price to pay.
By Laura Fox | Featured Contributor
She sleeps
Beneath a stone
With pallid lips sealed tight.
But when come shades of night
Then forth, alone,
She creeps.
Her wan
And ghastly frame
Should, ages since, be dust –
Yet, after death, she must,
Despite the same,
Live on.
By Prabhu S. | Featured Contributor
A breathtaking fire burning
Amidst a universe of darkness;
Yet conquers all the hatred
Fueled by true sadness.
A beautiful river flowing,
Amidst a desert of depression.
Yet conquers the heart,
Immortal of repression.
By Anabel Geneta-Raymundo | Featured Contributor
Author’s Note: This is a poem illustrating the situation of many of our brothers and sisters in Afghanistan.
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Teasing. Playing. Children laughing.
Planting. Caring. Mothers preaching.
Resting. Working. Fathers sweating.
Dreaming. Relishing. People trying.
Growing. Reaching. Afghans thriving.
Living. Loving. ‘til Taliban’s coming.
Now hiding. Panicking. Borders closing.
Looking. Waiting. Others escaping.
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