Poetry Verse

Jean

Mirror at Forty Two Published: February 15, 2026

In this cracked bathroom light on 9th and A, I count the lines that gravity has drawn— a map of nights I waited up in vain, a census of the kisses never born. My face refuses beauty’s common grace; the jaw too square, the eyes too small and tired, cheeks pocked with old adolescent wars that acne lost but never quite retired. I loved a man who loved a softer girl, one whose reflection smiled without a fight. He left me echoes, polite and cold, and took the version of me he’d rewrote. I walk these streets like every other ghost— black coat, bl

Redbrick

nipping at your ghost Published: January 20, 2026

”Nipper” A small dog waits beside the brass horn, ears lifted, body held in that soft readiness only devotion can teach. Once a wanderer, he learned the shape of shelter in the warmth of a single voice. Now the room is quiet, yet he leans toward the horn's bright mouth as though a familiar breath might rise again from its painted metal. Brush in hand, he works the canvas again, colours deepening around the small dog's frame. The horn waits, bright at the rim, and the dog leans toward it, steady as breath before a word. Nothing

Strangerous

Nestlings Published: November 15, 2025

Wings open in Spring for the first time. The cat waits. Nestlings fly -- or die.

Sana

glimpse of you Published: July 30, 2025

I hate it when my tears blurs out my vision, when I am trying to capture the most incredible view. The view that's gonna be winding to my heart and mind forever. I hate it when my throat sores when I am trying to capture the glimpse of you having fun without me. No matter how much I try to despair the fact that I love you, it's gonna come again and again to me and knock on the door of my heart saying, "you are stuck forever and there's no elude...."

Keira Spencer

longing Published: June 29, 2025

memories etched in my brain, toes curled into sand same ten toes interlaced between my ten fingered hands. your smile so warm embroidered by the sun washed away like the waves of the ocean as you’ve become numb i know it’s wrong to long for you, i really do try my thumb it brushes past your lips, nails dig beneath your eyes i want once again to relive the day you ran so free of pain but i can’t regret what i’ve done, even as the blood paints your face like rain i finally hold you in my arms; selfish greedy and gross yet it’s that twisted sat

Chandu Kanuri

His Love Speak Without Words Published: June 15, 2025

He skips his wants to provide for us more, Smiling even when his heart is sore. He instructs without talking much, Lessons are concealed in every touch. He keeps our hand through every fear, Wipes away our tears and stays near. He instructs strength with soft tone, And makes us feel we aren't alone. His arms are safe, his heart spacious, A universe of love he holds inside.