By Magda Portal
Today everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where…
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where…
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- By Countee CullenIf love be staunch, call mountains brittle;
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the … - By T.S. Leonardand it ends, of course, in fabulous heartbreak, like anything—
it’s not an if, but when—so the trick … - By Richard SikenThere are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you.
I touch myself, I dream.
Wearing your clothes… - By SapphoDeathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with… - By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child.
In the shower, slightly past midnight,
after I’d covered the … - By Heather ChristleI did not know it was possible (your constancy
being among your chief characteristics)
and I, bereft… - By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! …
- By Cheryl ClarkeI could use a good ole R&B lyric
right about now to face this hard absence.
Only its terse verse can… - By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,
I can’t see his body.
Only carnations. I hear
your name and my beloved’s
in the … - By Kush ThompsonYou will tell your babies, someday,
of the little house behind the wall clock.
They will love most … - By Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me,
Think not my wounds are healed;
Far deeper than the scars you see,
I keep… - By H.D.I know not what to do,
my mind is reft:
is song's gift best?
is love's gift loveliest?
I know not what to… - By John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons,
in May when new joys rise and flourish,
the sun is lord and messenger… - By John TickhillIn a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle,
Þat was þe myry monþ of May May May is a “somere” month… - By Salima RiveraDied: Our vows to love, honor, and cherish.
Time: Left suddenly on a bright summer day
Cause of Death… - By Federico García Lorca1.
La cogida y la muerte
A las cinco de la tarde.
Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde.
Un niño trajo… - By Federico García Lorca1
The Goring and the Death
At five in the afternoon
At the stroke of five
The boy brought the white… - By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022
A call is just a call. I pick it up.
Jan.6.2022
I lift blankets looking for my father.
… - By Rachel Tzvia Back(1)
In worded a world
how broken
from beginning:
sunburst and blossoms all
subterfuges
of creation …