A Painting Morning
by Ahmad Reza Rahimi A voice in the morning calling from far away a muezzin and the Night drawing all its weapons to the hoard the sun painting the east in red and I sleeping on my bed! Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: […]
A Child Of War
by Afzal Moolla as she lies bleeding the girl who skipped and hopped to school all of nine and a half years old with ribbons in her hair and a laugh that was her father’s pride as she lies bleeding the warm bullet lodged in her […]
Ars Poetica
A poem by Aeschylus (c. 525 – c. 456 Before Christ ) by Ainne Frances dela Cruz No, the poet does not live in a beautiful world, a perfect world, does not always see the bright side Nay, too often it is the dark she sees, Not rainbows and stars, […]
The Nuclear Ghost Towns
The Nuclear Ghost Towns by Adeola Ikuomola The moon is a spark on decency Swashed in colourful eloquence With live pollen, petal and sepal Mourning with a weeping dawn The moon is a spark on greenery Like virgin rains on the rainbows Baking emeralds for embryology To cleanse the stain […]
The Conditional
Say tomorrow doesn’t come. Say the moon becomes an icy pit. Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified. Say the sun’s a foul black tire fire. Say the owl’s eyes are pinpricks. Say the raccoon’s a hot tar stain. Say the shirt’s plastic ditch-litter. Say the kitchen’s a cow’s corpse. Say we never get to see […]
The Ugly Little Bird
The Ugly Little Bird by Admiral Mahic Someone has pulled me out of the grass Because I had fallen From a black branch. O sweet! O wild! The cats are evil here! O am an ugly little bird – with my soft beak I keep pecking at the running […]
Not A Star
Not a Star by Adonis Neither a star, nor a prophet’s inspiration, nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar. Here he comes like a pagan spear, invading the land of letters, bleeding and raising to the sun his bleeding. Here he is, wearing the nakedness of stone […]
Mountain Wellhead
Mountain Wellhead by Admiral Mahic This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at a sun when they meet in […]
Lightning In The Dark Night Skies
Lightning in the Dark Night Skies by Adeola Ikuomola The blue blooded, blue babies of the skies The chief commanders of the blue moons Blue boxing the dark cloud to blue berries From the blue on blue to deep blue stages The calls of the void on the throne for […]
In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
In The Bus That is Frantically Rushing from Cairo to Port Said by Admiral Mahic I could have gotten married in Egypt With one sun ray, That is masterfully openinig gates of fields in front of the bus that is frantically rushing from Cairo to Port Said … Beside me, the […]
Immoral Laboratories
Immoral Laboratories by Adeola Ikuomola Here are columns of fleeing masquerades The old members of immoral laboratories Upon atomic mushrooms’ sulphuric acids Darkness blackens the dazzling complexes Like perplexing unforeseen circumstances In viral antisocial and immoral behemoths Keeping procreation in immoral drainages Like colossal bumps on maritime advances […]
Hope
Hope by Adebanjo Olamilekan Olamide I don’t know what other mortals may choose but give me hope or throw me into the torrents of hell. Where all concepts in this allegorical world fail Hope stays alive waiting for a call to pick up If hopes weren’t free, rich men won’t […]
Hope And Riders
Hope and Riders by Adebanjo Olamilekan Olamide I don’t know what other mortals may choose but give me hope or throw me into the torrents of hell. Where all concepts in this allegorical world fail Hope stays alive waiting for a call to pick up If hopes weren’t free, rich […]
Do I
Do I by Adetokunbo Hussain Do I disappoint you? Perhaps because of my words or maybe it’s the lack of it? Do I disappoint you? By what I did or do? or perhaps what I didn’t? Am I the one you want me to be? Am I your type […]
Communal War
Communal War by Adeola Ikuomola Hellish! Complicated Bitter and vitriolic Contempt and anger! The slippery words Beaded with bleeding gums In the chalets of the bloodiest lips Bear hostilities and military campaigns. Darkness stands Mourning the demise Of the genetically terminal light On chariots of thunders to obscurity! […]
Blank Dreams
Blank Dreams by Adebanjo Olamilekan Olamide To terminate words is that all must dream, the many by nighttime. Nights that are turning points ushering us into dreams The history of ourselves tells us of an image of the immediate future meant to rip our hearts as what we fear in […]
Before
No shoes and a glossy red helmet, I rode on the back of my dad’s Harley at seven years old. Before the divorce. Before the new apartment. Before the new marriage. Before the apple tree. Before the ceramics in the garbage. Before the dog’s chain. Before the koi were all eaten by the crane. Before […]
Again
sunrise this painted lady i cannot take my eyes off & by noon i am drunk on her perfume clutching this wild bouquet between my teeth stumbling up the aisle of spring as if this all wasn’t new not at all concerned with my reputation California’s Lost Coast […]
A Voice
A voice by Adonis Mihyar is a face betrayed by its lovers. Mihyar is bells without chinning Mihyar is inscribed upon the faces, a song which visits us secretly on white, exiled roads. Mihyar is bells of wanderers in this Galilean land. Songs of Mihyar the […]
A Toast To Nations
A Toast To Nations by Admiral Mahic Nations and nationalities, you are not chocolate, you are the sweetest Jam cooked from bitter labour! You are the original egg, the supreme cause of war and peace! You are the homeland of the rising sun and moon. You are the cameras recording from […]
To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
It was thy noble soul and high desert That caus’d these breathings of my grateful heart You sav’d a soul from Pluto’s dreary shore You sav’d his body and he asks no more This generous act Immortal wreaths shall bring To thee for meritorious was the Spring From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor […]
To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
GRIM Monarch! see depriv’d of vital breath, A young Physician in the dust of death! Dost thou go on incessant to destroy: The grief to double, and impair the joy? Enough thou never yet wast known to say, Tho’ millions die thy mandate to obey. Nor youth, nor science nor the charms of love, Nor […]
Phillis Wheatley – Phillis Wheatley
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On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder’d By Richardson by Phillis Wheatley
In heavens eternal court it was decreed How the first martyr for the cause should bleed To clear the country of the hated brood He whet his courage for the common good Long hid before, a vile infernal here Prevents Achilles in his mid career Where’er this fury darts his Pois’nous breath All are endanger’d […]
On Messrs Hussey and Coffin by Phillis Wheatley
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind, As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind? Was it not Boreas knit his angry Brow Against you? or did Consideration bow? To lend you Aid, did not his Winds combine? To stop your passage with a churlish Line, Did haughty Eolus with Contempt look down With […]
On Friendship by Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign Extend her notes to a Celestial strain Benevolent far more divinely Bright Amor like me doth triumph at the sight When my thoughts in gratitude imploy Mental Imaginations give me Joy Now let my thoughts in Contemplation steer The Footsteps of the Superlative fair Boston July 15 1769 End […]
To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
It was thy noble soul and high desert That caus’d these breathings of my grateful heart You sav’d a soul from Pluto’s dreary shore You sav’d his body and he asks no more This generous act Immortal wreaths shall bring To thee for meritorious was the Spring From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor […]
His Excellency General Washington by Phillis Wheatley
Celestial choir! enthron’d in realms of light, Columbia’s scenes of glorious toils I write. While freedom’s cause her anxious breast alarms, She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms. See mother earth her offspring’s fate bemoan, And nations gaze at scenes before unknown! See the bright beams of heaven’s revolving light Involved in sorrows and the veil […]
On Friendship by Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign Extend her notes to a Celestial strain Benevolent far more divinely Bright Amor like me doth triumph at the sight When my thoughts in gratitude imploy Mental Imaginations give me Joy Now let my thoughts in Contemplation steer The Footsteps of the Superlative fair Boston July 15 1769 End […]
America by Phillis Wheatley
New England first a wilderness was found Till for a continent ’twas destin’d round From feild to feild the savage monsters run E’r yet Brittania had her work begun Thy Power, O Liberty, makes strong the weak And (wond’rous instinct) Ethiopians speak Sometimes by Simile, a victory’s won A certain lady had an only son […]
To The University Of Cambridge, In New-England by Phillis Wheatley
WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; ‘Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and Egyptain gloom: Father of mercy, ’twas thy gracious hand Brought me in safety from those dark abodes. Students, to you ’tis giv’n to scan the heights Above, […]
To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, by Phillis Wheatley
HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with pleasure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom’s charms […]
To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory by Phillis Wheatley
To cultivate in ev’ry noble mind Habitual grace, and sentiments refin’d, Thus while you strive to mend the human heart, Thus while the heav’nly precepts you impart, O may each bosom catch the sacred fire, And youthful minds to Virtue’s throne aspire! When God’s eternal ways you set in sight, And Virtue shines in all […]
To The King’s Most Excellent Majesty by Phillis Wheatley
YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire– The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your God be strong! O may your sceptre num’rous nations sway, And all with love and readiness obey! But how shall we the British king reward! Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! Midst […]
To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, And racks your bosom with incessant woe, Let Recollection take a tender part, Assuage the raging tortures of your heart, Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief, And pour the […]
To S.M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley
O show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing figures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue, On deathless glories […]
To Mæcenas by Phillis Wheatley
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o’er what poets sung, and shepherds play’d. What felt those poets but you feel the same? Does not your soul possess the sacred flame? Their noble strains your equal genius shares In softer language, and diviner airs. While Homer paints, lo! circumfus’d in air, Celestial Gods in mortal […]
To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor by Phillis Wheatley
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r, Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly, Forget their splendors, and submit to die! Who ere escap’d thee, but the saint of old Beyond the flood in sacred annals told, And the great sage, whom fiery coursers drew To heav’n’s bright […]
To Captain H—–d, of the 65th Regiment by Phillis Wheatley
Say, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight The warrior’s bosom in the fields of fight? Lo! here the christian and the hero join With mutual grace to form the man divine. In H—–D see with pleasure and surprise, Where valour kindles, and where virtue lies: Go, hero brave, still grace the post of fame, And […]
To A Lady On The Death Of The Three Relations by Phillis Wheatley
WE trace the pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb, And his are all the ages yet to come. ‘Tis his to call the planets from on high, To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky; His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl’d, From its firm base to shake the solid world; His […]