In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

The fears I run from in the day, appear as gifts I chase in the night. Losses are gains disguised in misfortune, a holy change in perspective, only revealed by the moon’s light. I shouldn’t keep my eyes so dependent on the sun for what…

We shout our anthem as if we have conviction in our hearts we are all jokers We mock the Anthem disobeying our leaders and also failing our duties as citizens We bring disgrace to our motherland as the tears cascades from her eyes She’s filled…

Angelic confidence in times of doubt optimism in the face of defeat. The philosophizing of naivety; or maybe the true strength of our humanity to perceive reality as we choose and draw consequence from it even when the tides of external interference wash over us…

The way a shadow is cast by the moon differs from that of the sun or back alley streetlight for all of the romance the moon the sun have to offer true love oft times lurks in the noir of relationships where black and white…

baby bird has flown the nest north, south, east, west no one knows which was best everyone’s looking skies are grey it’s been gone many a day we hope we pray not a robin not a jay baby cockateil’s gone away.    

One dark night I saw it’s red eyes Why? I do not care If i did, the darkness would reach for me Whether I run, walk, it will claim my soul It knows of things I have yet to be done To love, cry or…

Offerings I was a boy of too many blurred visions. You came just in time, picked and dusted me into a paradise where words are ripe roses too beautiful to walk past without halting to give hallelujah to the artist. The world would have made…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 10   Prompt 10: Listen to Moonshadow by Cat Stevens. Write a poem as soon as the song ends.     Moonshadow   Grandma Moon follows me shining her light all around me protecting me guiding me. Free as a child…

The eerie silence… Creeps through The night skies With windy sails Like pockets of phantoms in audacious glide Belching steamy clouds of brazen fear… With power cut to boot The hovels, harems and homes clutch to life with hapless Gail… While hovering darkness in steely…