Extremely thoughful poetry, from Ashesh Mitra, makes you think and reflect deeply. Here's to the nights we remember And the ones that are a blur The ones where we mingle The ones that fuck us up Here's to the one where we finished a book at 4AM And the one where we lost a friend in the ICU.
A poem from Sonakshi Angras, a first time participant in The Irregular SloWord BirthMonth Festival. Sonakshi is not a professional writer, but someone who enjoys capturing fleeting emotions in words.
Two poems from Joan McNerney, that provoke thought. Joan is a previous participant in The Irregular SloWord BirthMonth Festival. ***** I descend clutching a teetering banister to the bowels of this holy place.
As you waken to the world By the light of the morning sun Cool winds waft through the air Delightful scenes unfold before you Everything seems calm For it is not yet started.
It is another “Day” today. Poetry day, they say. Look at those two lines Above the line above this one You will see they end in ‘ay” The sounds, you know, align. This alignment is called rhyme Especially when paired with lime There’s something called metre It makes your pome neater If you…