Tender Warriors – Michele Vecchitto

tender leaves push through soil and shake off winter’s grip tiny tendrils reach for the old metal lattice, and quiver for just a moment — an almost imperceptible movement weighing the consequences life or death, persevere or wait to wither in the cool winds that blow finding purchase, they coil becoming one with iron bars …

This New World – Michele Vecchitto

I step slowly through shallow water Through the light and the dark, I walk seeking solace in this new world borne just beyond Winter’s Horizon Back in my assigned place and armed with new weapons, I wait and wait, and wait Sometimes I cry Sometimes I sit in the corner of the maze I’ve created …

A Poem Today, by Donna Matthews

 A Poem Today a poem written years from nowabout a time of social distancewhen touching frowned uponwhen 6ft above the groundkept you from 6ft belowa time of fear and uncertaintynot unlike the time of nowthe years between that poem and todaycall for brave hearts and wordsto tell the storiesto share the timesa poem today written …

A beautiful Me ( Micro Poetry)- Last day of #NaPoWriMo-Megha Sood

On the last day of the #NationalPoetryMonth, here is my ode to the beautiful poetry which surrounds us all and makes us into something beautiful with every verse, with every syllable. Hope you all enjoy being part of it this month and many more.

To Be Divine – Michele Vecchitto

Fear is a puppet master, pulling all the strings while Hate is a prison guard, holding all the keys Rage is the spark to a flame, orchestrating chaos Sorrow and melancholy are cousins They vie for control and slowly smother as they carve black holes in a starry sky Boredom feeds anxiety as anxiety fuels …

Late Night Secrets – Michele Vecchitto

betrayal beats a slow drum stealing life with each to and from lies undefined cloaked in behavior unrefined stolen hearts, unrewarded and intertwined one maligned now inclined to redesign photo: Pixabay prompt: #aprpad - day 5, #napowrimo - day 5

Wisdom – Michele Vecchitto

Some days I am a lion strong, proud, fierce I know no fear I am mighty Some days I am a fish caught, filleted, starved for oxygen I bleed on old docks alone Some days I am an eagle flying free soaring, soaring above the clouds with a song in my heart When I was …

Red Bridge – Michele Vecchitto

There was power in its name, this river that was really nothing more than a creek with brackish water and tall weeds tangled together like teenage boys learning to fight and desperate to find hold on muddy banks Everything in this small town was colored in those same brown hues dull, lifeless, gritty Old mills …

Braid- In honor of National Poetry Month- #NaPoWriMo-Megha Sood

Braiding my cryptic  tangled  knotted  words gently and smoothly in a clockwork motion never to step out of the sync like an assembly line worker making sure not to miss a plait or to let a single hair fall out of line and blotch the beauty I'm weaving so sublime it will come out to be breathtaking undefined a …

Tempestas – Michele Vecchitto

the scent of rain promises possibilities a chance perhaps to wash away the old and embrace the chill that follows as if to reckon hard realities against the soft ground that threatens to swallow me whole again the same hands that yearn to scratch are the ones who caress a wounded soul mine the scent …