Puisi-poesy

F Modern migration Is War Is flowering near  sands where God Is Great. It Is black and white, Isn’t it, that the heat browns these people an...

Threshold In the body, where everything has a price,                 I was a beggar. On my knees, I watched, through the keyhole, not       ...

Text by Leon Wing Poem by Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch Titanic Cadences before water filled the open lung of the baby grand. This...

Text by Leon Wing Poem by  Wisława Szymborska Bodybuilders Contest  From scalp to sole, all muscles in slow motion.  The ocean ...

Text by Leon Wing Poem by Patricia Lockwood The Whole World Gets Together and Gangbangs a Deer Bambi is fresh from the co...

Text by Leon Wing Poem by Ciaran Carson THE TAG round your wrist bore a number your name and D.O.B. two weeks after two stone les...

Text by Leon Wing Poem by Ann Struthers Not Knowing Why Adolescent white pelicans squawk, rustle, flap their wings, lift off in a rag...