Elegy

Box, Stage Left: A Monologue in Three Acts of Deception
Author's Notes Preamble: I wanted to put this right before the action takes place. I am finally published outside of Vocal and by anyone other than myself! This poem is one of two submitted to Vocal legends' Celia and River In Underland's awesome new publication, The Underland Review. This poem and one called "In Situ After “I Need My Girl” by The National (which I will publish on Vocal at another time) are featured in the August 2025 edition, among other names many people will be familiar with.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Blowing Out My Wishes
I wish I were crazy Telling made-up lies · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I wish I had imagined every bruise and raging fire · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Red Sand is Blue
The sand lacks its fire and burn, The red sand is blue, From the tears and rainstorms my eyes have borne. The Ashoka trees have lost their dance and seem to have nothing to gossip about.
By Kaima Diaiabout a year ago in Poets
trigger me softly. Content Warning.
it’s not normal it’s not normal for my chest to constrict like this for my breathing to become so fast so shallow I’m not getting enough air
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFAabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Hungarian Rhapsody
Sounds so sweet, I embraced each melody. Though barely three, I sighed delightfully. Each day at dawn, my mother played for me.
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Poets
What was written in stone
A marble slab disguised with leather and ink. A vision, yes! Surely the Muses sang to me, but this stone lays still while my chisel gathers dust.
By Rae Janneyabout a year ago in Poets
The Letter I Should Have Sent
Hey... yeah, yeah you... I have something to say to you! All of this outside noise that messes up your head... all lies! Everything the gray matter between your ears is nothing but lies! I feel like a few of you may have already known this and yet, here we are again!
By Crystal Raeabout a year ago in Poets
Semahs. Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I once again put pen to paper and shout across that dark middle-distance which I fear no longer. The house is tidy most days and
By Kait Thursdayabout a year ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
God Play
I was not there when the world cracked and bled searing hot orange into the sky cutting out the lights and the breath of so many innocents
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets