LANSDOWNE
Tell me, are you today in joy
As you the scents of the pine trees enjoy
Does your heart, gushing, sing
Overwhelmed with feeling, do the notes ring?
BENEATH GRIEF ~BY PAMELA LEVARI
I like being alone, not because I don’t care about people, but because peace feels safer than forced conversations and pretending I’m okay when I’m not.
IN HIS ARMS FOREVER ~BY LAXMI SHARMA
It started with friendship, simple and true, Never knowing my heart would fall for you. From little talks to endless smiles, You became my peace within a while. In the early mornings dark and still, We walked together beyond the hill. The empty roads, the quiet sky, Felt warmer whenever you were by my side….
IF YOU WERE THE TEACHER I LOOKED UP TO… ~BY SARARANI GHUMARE
If You Were the Teacher I Looked Up To… If you were the teacher still walking these halls,I would sit at your feetnot just to learn how to hold chalk,but how to carry its purpose the way you do. I would tell youthe classroom has changed,but the war remainsburnout, broken systems, underpayment, silent struggle. I…
WHY CAN’T I STAY DRY? BY HAL H.
I ask my power on high.Why can’t I stay dry? No rainbows in my sky.Why can’t I stay dry? I don’t want to go high.Why can’t I stay dry? No matter how hard I try.Why can’t I stay dry? I just want to die.Why can’t I stay dry? Please NoteThis piece expresses inner conflict, not…
I WON’T DROP THE THREAD ~BY KERRY OKEYO
When the night leans heavy
and your voice thins to a whisper,
I feel the world test its weight on us—
POEMS THAT TOUCH THE HEART ~BY POETICIA
There is something timeless about poems that touch the heart. They don’t need grand words or complex structures
KITTY WHITE A. K. A. HELLO KITTY ~BY AGNES WONG
Baba speaks “A-ME-RI-CA” in clumsy cadence
Mama prods pack up as plane lurches to land
10 MEANINGFUL SHORT POEMS ABOUT LIFE THAT INSPIRE REFLECTION AND CLARITY ~BY POETICIA
Life often speaks in whispers rather than long speeches. In moments of pause-
between responsibilities, emotions, and decisions-
IN THE LIGHT OF HER EYES ~BY CYRIL JOHNSON
When I fall into your eyes, the world grows gentle, slow,
Like a hush upon the ocean when the evening breezes blow;
