The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to... Continue Reading →

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The Morning after Christmas: A Poem by Asha Seth

The lights on the tree shone yellow and bright and smiled cheerfully as the parents hid the Xmas gifts with secret strides 🎄 The night before the children were exuberant after all, it was time for wishes laid upon the heart of Santa’s pride 🎄 Chloe and Bryan slept how peacefully knowing Santa riding around... Continue Reading →

Christmas Begins with Christ: A Poem by Denise Poole

A velvet sky, a starry night, Blankets of snow, twinkles of light. Sounds of music fill the air, Gifts of love, wrapped in care. Love ones gather from far and near, To celebrate this time of year. Behold each one face to face, In all their wonder, all their grace. Bubbles of laughter, echoes of... Continue Reading →

Requiem For Christmas: A Poem by Jim Milks

It is Christmas time again, The time when family and friends congregate But on the table is kept an empty plate A space that is kept bare For a mother or father that is no longer there Ribbons, bows, and other pretty things Can never replace the joy that a person brings Although they maybe... Continue Reading →

Are you ready for Christmas? – A Poem by Ernestine Northover

Are you ready for Christmas? To decorate the tree,  The sparkling baubles that shine with glee,  The shops are filled with Christmas galore,  But the people are shouting, 'We want more',  Each and every leaf, is covered in snow,  We're still waiting for Santa's Ho! Ho! Ho!   The Christmas lights, light up the street,  Presents... Continue Reading →

Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the... Continue Reading →

Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Resurrection

I fell in love with the way you wrote poems on my skin tracing your fingers that kissed away the scars my soul was tired of wearing I fell in love with the way you whispered just the right things when the heart was lost and restored hope with your patient words I fell in love... Continue Reading →

Whispers

the wind gently blows caressing my thoughts I wait to hear if it carries your whispers ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #whispers on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Existence

What I see, is perhaps,  what my mind wants me to see. What I feel, is perhaps, what my heart wants me to feel. What I say, is perhaps, what my words want me to say. What I do, is perhaps, what my conscience wants me to. Am I a mere puppet  of the elements... Continue Reading →

One Last Time…

What can be hoped after your last chance is snatched away? What can you say when a debris of words clogs your throat, gnaws at your brain? What remains when your heart's tired of being numb? What can be done, when that 'one last time' never comes? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Just the way you are…

like a snake shedding its skin shed yours i know it’s fake be bereaved of pretentions crawl under my skin creep into my veins breathe to the tune of my heart’s beat for only then you’ll know i need you body and soul minus your masks minus your deceits minus your longing to come clean like a prisoner... Continue Reading →

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