Poetry On Medium

that two months I lost all sensation . . . — Pluck me one reasonable reason for doing a cross-country bike trek if not to shake off, once and for all so many maggot-infested delusions and a fierce end-of-season malaise. With feral intent and gloved palms I hit the pedals thanking firmament for expansive sky to kiss my visions fetching handlebar fondles where lost shards…

In the midnight sky, a tale unfolds, Where whispers of stardust, the universe holds. A celestial symphony, enchanting and grand, Written across galaxies, a masterpiece planned. Each twinkle of light, a note in the air, Echoes wonder, beyond compare. A cosmic orchestra, harmonies collide, Igniting the heavens, with celestial pride. …

She watched the geese flying south Fleeing the cold It was fall The wind had a chill She fell still and cold Then realized she could flee too Get out of the spell He’d held her in so long He’d played his game She’d played it too But now was…

by Andrew Noelker — you make me feel… alive I mean, that’s the best way I can explain it, alive kinda like how you feel when the windows are down during a late drive on a cold, Midwest, January night or kinda like how you feel on the first day of vacation when road…

I want to be a blank canvas, untainted by any preparatory information. I want to dive into the kaleidoscope of colours, to let them whirl around me !

Stand your ground — know without a doubt — Face off, cower behind the lines pressure threatens, confidence confined lost reflections, valor declines outside forces, not what you designed Changing movement, flow to stake your claim internal voices, cannot be explained dense clouds cover, never be the same new expression, what you know renamed You have the power deep…

Poetry — I am divided equally into two different types of entities. One-half is always optimistic, who believes that all of us are taking rebirth every moment. Yes, I am too young to die! I’ll live as an eternal soul which is immortal and pure. This part is always creative who strongly believes that I cannot live by bread…

Eager arms for expected harm My gut feelings have lost their charm Where to run, where to run I knocked on your door, my only son Where to run, where to run If you shut me out, I’ll be shunned Strangers in a circle They think their pleasure’s eternal Tease me, as…

Poetry — A little bird abashed in her flight, down it comes, a pouring rain; from, the sphere of air falling effortlessly on the ground, I hear cries of many in words, I fail to understand; I do understand; there is chaos! The still soul encircled by, frost bitten many, around a campfire, they dance and sing until they forget their pain. Was he a…