Soul Fountain
Poem – Room Of Silence (By Amy Hrynchuk)
Room Of Silence Nine in one little room, not making a sound. One working busily behind her desk. Two read books while one reads a magazine, while on writes in notebook. A leg shakes nervously across the room, while two ...
Poem – IRRELATIVE (By Ray Gallucci)
IRRELATIVE Is physicist so right When says that never light From black hole can escape Because of massive weight Of supernova that Forever will collapse Upon itself till all It was becomes too small To ever more exist When four ...
Poem – The Fern (By DS Maolalai)
The Fern these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you ...
Poem – UNTIL… (By Akeredolu Tope)
UNTIL... I welcome you on board As we take a voyage Through the fibers of time As you journey with me To the underlinnigs of my heart Where you lay adorned With diamond and brass I have been a wondering ...
Poem – Blue Collar Blues (By Frank De Canio)
Blue Collar Blues (musings of an Army Veteran) Before you start pointing fingers at me you first should start to walk in cut-rate shoes. When they’re too tight for comfort you would see they cause a lot of pain. I ...
Poem – THE STUDS IN THE BAR (By John Grey)
THE STUDS IN THE BAR - By John Grey Rosalie is at the bar thinking - who's next? Then two extravagant, exaggerated beings enter, one behind the other, like stallions, heads high, tails swishing, threaten to pull the floor out ...
Poem – I Always Think About You (By Wafula p’Khisa)
I always think about you Whenever I fail to tame tears Flowing and overflowing like Nile waters-- Siphoning strength from a bereft soul And chasing sleep at midnight; Leaving me restless like an insomniac... I always think about you Once ...
Poem – Are We Real (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Are We Real - By Melissa R. Mendelson The elderly couple sat in their chairs, waiting to be called. As they waited, they drew close, and he said, “What is Reality?” She didn’t answer. “How do we know, if this, ...
Poem – Persona non Grata (By JD DeHart)
Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago. Easily. I'm flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don't mind that ...
Poem – Echoes (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
■ Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives ...
