Poetry Verse

Mikhail Moonasar

NEVER LEFT MY MIND Published: September 06, 2026

married different mornings, And watched the seasons change, Collected years like photographs, Yet nothing felt the same. I built a life from silence, Put smiles where pain should be, While strangers thought they knew me, There was a part they'd never see. For somewhere in the shadows, Beyond the hands of time, Lived a girl who never loved me, Yet never left my mind. Now age sits at my doorstep, And death is close behind, But if heaven grants one miracle, Let her finally be mine.

Vrab

La Fontaine Published: August 09, 2026

La Fontaine wrote his fables late at night, long after the world had dimmed its light; so he cannot claim the credit alone— his wife deserves some praise of her own. For had she kept herself busy with women’s affairs, he’d never have written of crickets and ants. Had she but focused on him for a moment then, La Fontaine would have written quite differently, amen.

Hxney

Real Man Published: August 05, 2026

Rough hands foreign amongst dime, Earned their throne through paths unknown to me. A thin veil which conceals, Like a viper slithering low, shedding its outer layer to what suits him best. My once kind seed, begone with all unwanted ways; she detests. All for nought, yearning for feather-light touches that may never grace. No son of mine is man.

Connor Whiting

Still I stood Published: August 04, 2026

Did you bleed through nights that left no trace, with no one near to see it? Did you hold your ground when they left no space, and swear you never leave? Did you break in half and bind it tight, so no one saw the seam? Did you carry men through fire and fight, then wake alone and scream? They talk of strength like it’s clean and neat, Like it’s medals on a chest. But strength is cracked hands, and bloodied feet, and a heart that’s had no rest. Did you love too deep? Did you lose too much? Did silence bruise your name? Were you mocked for bei

George Tumaob Calaor

No Shame Published: July 26, 2026

In the heart of the flood in a village swallowed by mud… there drifted the corpse of a promise washed free from the grave of betrayal. Billions upon billions vanished into the roads the led nowhere… bridges built for ghosts and dams that held back nothing so when the rivers rose in fury… it swallowed the poor. "You should be ashamed!" cried the king from the palace... his voice thundered against thieves while the keys to the treasury jingled in his pocket for the truth is… he is the king of those who butcher the nation and to t

David O

Marcy and the Mysterious Button Published: June 14, 2026

Marcy found a button On the table by her juice. She said, “I wonder what this does…” Then pressed it—without a clue. The toaster started dancing, The fridge began to hum, Her backpack sprouted tiny legs And marched off just for fun. Her cereal bowl was barking, Her socks began to glow, Her goldfish sang an opera In a voice both deep and low. Marcy shrugged and pressed again— She thought it looked quite cute. Now everything is normal… Except Marcy’s playing flute.