Web

Web by Anupama Kadwad

Caught in the web
entangled wholly
crawling my way
cautiously treading on the loopholes
full of dark pits, finding a way through the maze
skeleton of the leaf
carcass of the bones
remains of my existence
Tied down with expectations
Many a time lured by the glittery surroundings
succumbed to the false promises
vanished into thin air
tossed around by some
blown by the breeze
embraced by the earth
back to the place
I started from

<strong>Anupama Kadwad</strong>
Anupama Kadwad

My name is Anupama Kadwad and I’m from India. I am a Statistics graduate working in the Telecommunication field.

Writing helps me relieve my stress. Through poems I can communicate my innermost feelings with the outside world. I believe poems give wings to thoughts and help express our views.

In my leisure time I like to travel, listen to music and write. My poem book ‘My World’ was published in January 2016.

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A Paragon of Love

A Paragon of Love by Jhazzmyn Joiner

I sit in my yard, atop the withering grass, beneath a bare tree.

Winter’s been brutal, yet she offers us this serene, divine day.

Birds sing love songs in perfect harmony like they invented the score.

The sun’s beams pour through the branches, showering me in comfort.

But I realize it’s not the sun I see or feel.

It’s the warmth of an astonishing couple.

The love that radiates off of them outshines the sun.

I try not to watch for long as they leisurely stroll through the neighborhood.

And truly, I don’t have to.

What they share is enough to leave a lasting impression.

He holds onto her so carefully, I could’ve mistaken her for a porcelain doll.

She’s stunning and delicate, yet powerful.

Man couldn’t have made her.

Because he’s fully aware of her strength and independence, his protection is far from overbearing.

It’s that of safekeeping.

He listens to her intently and gazes at her with care.

Then, he whispers a prayer to heaven —

“Please make this last forever.”

I believe he’s been answered.

She’s childlike, frolicking about.

I don’t think she’s even aware of her behavior —

or her remarkable glow, that of a woman in love.

She doesn’t say much, but you can see tenderness in her diamond eyes and gentle smile.

I’d never experienced love like this, the kind you can see and feel from miles away.

The waves of emotion wash over me, overcoming me, at the realization of this rarity.

I feel both despair and hope.

Despair at potentially never finding love like this.

Hope at such inspiration.

Maybe, one day, I’ll have this kind of love —

unconditional and without hesitation.

<strong>Jhazzmyn Joiner</strong>
Jhazzmyn Joiner

Jhazzmyn Joiner is a recent graduate of Georgia Tech. She graduated with a B.S. in Literature, Media, and Communication. She resides in Atlanta, but she is originally from Las Vegas.

She has self-published a poetry book, Everyone can Relate, and been published in Wren’s Nest, Blood Moon Journal, and more. Her favorite pastime, aside from writing, is singing and playing guitar.

Keep up with her @quotedbyjhane on IG.

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Tiny Creatures

Photo of eye lit green, with light glowing around to illustrate the poem Tiny Creatures

Tiny Creatures by Matěj Plachta


It makes me blue, knowing how time flies,
when I am trying hard to catch the moments passing by,
the glimpses of happiness, fleeting like those tiny creatures in your eyes
that you see when looking at the cloudless sky,
clear like my mind when I try to find
the right words to write about you and I.

<strong>Matěj Plachta</strong>
Matěj Plachta

My name is Matěj Plachta, I am 20 years old, and from a small town in Czechia. English is not my native language, yet I found it easier to express my thoughts and feelings with. I love poetry that includes clever and unorthodox rhymes. Apart from writing poems, I also have a band and play multiple instruments.

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A Dead Lover

A Dead Lover by Shriyanshi Yadav

I think my love is meant for someone
who ceased existing centuries ago,
and now all I have is grief to hold in my hands
and stupid poems I wrote in the washroom of my school,
in the name of love.

When I look into the eyes of another stranger
I hope they would smile
because my lips are too cracked to give one
but all they do is look away
like I am not a thing to look at
with compassion,
like my soul doesn’t deserve this kindness.

I stay up till three
thinking if only love could save us from ourselves
or it is just another line,
I read in random suicide letters found on the internet.

The moon hanging on my half misted glass window
is just as alone as me
with all the stars miles away from him.
and while I cry between these four pastel-coloured walls,
he hides behind the grey clouds,
screaming in his own sky.
that I can’t even touch.

My grandmother’s favourite flower
was lavender.
She recited the fragrance of it by heart,
and her house was always filled with purple candles and oils.
even though she never held a petal of it between her fingers,
she loved it.
she loved it,
as people loved random poetries in the margin of notebooks.
or the lit Christmas lights hanging over an empty house.


When she died, grandpa silently placed a stalk of lavender in her hand,
before she was taken away.
I hoped,
one day I would love someone
as my grandma loved that flower,
too poetic to not touch its skin for a lifetime
but leave its scent lingering in every poem I write.

<strong>Shriyanshi Yadav</strong>
Shriyanshi Yadav

An eighteen-year-old,
who is deeply in love
with poems and this beautiful world.

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Porcelain Doll

Porcelain Doll by Serena Morrigan

These lips have lost their colour
These eyes have lost their shine
I know where it all went wrong
But I was too frozen to move
Change hurt more than trauma
So I left it all as it was for you
Putting on lipstick every day
Wiping the tears off my cheeks
You’d never know how I truly felt
I’ve turned into a porcelain doll
I exist, yes, but am I alive?

<strong>Serena Morrigan</strong>
Serena Morrigan

Serena started writing poetry in high school as a means to deal with bullying. She only recently started writing again after a traumatic experience. By openly talking about mental health issues, she hopes to end the stigma and help people feel less alone with their struggles.

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Transforming Through Ecdysis

Transforming Through Ecdysis by Sakina Mohammed

Slithering around
So grounded and oblivious
Seemingly harmless..
But if you know me
You will be aware
At the point of insecurity
To hissssssss
Is the only defence I know..
The poison in me,
Becoming the enemy
Of my own conscience..
My love too
Knows no bounds,
My emotions and expressions
Have the strength to crush you
In the toughness of my embrace..
My exterior becoming unbearable now,
The roughness from slithering through
And surviving in wilderness
Has worn out my skin!
My encounters have matured me
Beyond the layers that protect
My flexible, mushy vertebrae.
I am a new snake in process,
Making efforts to slide through
My own distressed skin.
Leave me undisturbed in my solitude
While I live my ecdysis of transforming!
I shall still hiss,
I shall still love with magnitude
I shall still carry incurable venom…
But yet the new version of myself
After surviving this transformation:
I shall hold wider perspectives
I shall see through brighter visions
I shall understand the importance
Of maturing and sliding out
Of the boundaries
Of my own worn out, distressed snake-skin!

A Moment in Time by Sakina Mohammed

To feel waves of passion,
Surges of spark and intensity
Flowing wildly through my entirety!

To be embraced in your brawn, Enveloped in your fortitude..
Just us among wilderness and solitude!

To enamor so deep and indulgently
Into your tender, warm zeal..
While all abyss shall heal!

To find undue pacifism,
Beyond hope or depiction..
Feeling as though fabricated fiction!!

Such a moment in time
When longevity shall freeze…
While our souls solemnize in ease…

<strong>Sakina Mohammed</strong>
Sakina Mohammed

I’m Sakina Mohammed, an aspiring Srilankan poet, a full-time mom and a creative chaos managing a few of my own small passion projects. Poetry to me is therapy and a form of escape. I write motivational content on emotional and mental wellbeing, also on love and life realities. I wish to publish my book someday, but currently I share my work on my  Instagram page: @sakinas_expressions

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A Parallel Universe

A Parallel Universe by Simona Filiposka

In a parallel universe
I hold your hand
and I smile
at your silly face
and those pretty eyes.
In a parallel universe
you play me songs
that you like
and I begin to like them too
so we sing together
and dance,
dance under the moonlight.

In a parallel universe
we go on dates
in hidden bookstores,
we read poetry
and pretend
we understand
Shakespeare.

In a parallel universe
you buy me flowers
and take me to the beach
where we watch the sun set
and the pigeons fly.
The sea smells like freshness,
it smells like you.

In a parallel universe
this is not a dream.
We’ve met
and I recognise your face,
I regonise your heart
and I have you here with me.
I hold you close.

<strong>Simona Filiposka</strong>
Simona Filiposka

A 16-year-old high school student who loves reading and writing cause it takes her into an unknown inner world with endless possibilities of what could be.

She loves writing about/to her soulmate she hasn’t met yet, but she hopes one day she will. She also writes about feminism, self love, mental health and other things that run through her mind.

Besides poetry, she likes foreign languages, traveling and music!

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The Still of the Night

The Still of the Night by Matthew John

Something about the still of the night,
brings such peace and clarity,
when nothing is moving
nothing can go wrong,
within the grasp of silence
bliss is found.

Untitled #31 by Matthew John

It’s not about the love that we had,
it’s about the lives we created,
by having been in love
and falling entirely apart.

<strong>Matthew John</strong>
Matthew John

Matthew is a Poet and Author from Burlington, Ontario, Canada. At 25 years of age, Matthew plans to expand his work into a full published collection in the upcoming year. With so many shared experiences and emotions throughout life, Matthew hopes to give people a sense of togetherness through his words.

For more information, on previously published works, published short stories, and all other writings from Matthew. Follow him on Instagram @matthewjohnpoetry

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Drops of Faith

Drops of Faith by Diana Menezes

Your eyes help me see what I cannot,
Your hands pacify my fading spirit.
Holding my broken heart,
I walk in your shadow
to carry me to brighter days,
where numbing pain exists no more,
and your light within me stays.
You lift me higher than mountains,
showering me with jewels of hope,
My heart holds on to pearly dreams,
with you, I am stronger to cope.
You draw my forgotten smiles again,
and I’m drowning in glittering wishes so innate.
Clouds of joy are mine to hold,
Thank you for being with me, Faith.

<strong>Diana Menezes</strong>
Diana Menezes

I’m a wife and a doting mother to my son who’s almost 5 now. I have a deep passion for writing and reading, and I love penning inspirational poetry/prose on hope, life, survival, love, and everything in between. 🙂

My dream is to get a collection of my poetry published one day and sprinkle my readers with a bit of my stardust. 🙂

I’d like to end by saying… Never Give Up! Dreams do come true if you really wish them from your heart.

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