Category Archives: New Ekphrastic Poems

By Harvey Magun I. Life with my husband was all I could have dreamed it to be. We would wake up each morning with our limbs intertwined, and I felt safe and secure with him being so close to me. … Continue reading →

It’s as if I don’t know her The red dress The dapper man The diner   The reflection of her face upon her mug There’s mystery in her eyes There’s misery in his mind   She feels no pain  She … Continue reading →

Charlie Downey Stańczyk Insomniac In calm’s a bash Facade hiding faces A bra missing laces Supports without an edge of pleasure Impressionist The voice enlists Kills thrill Bombs spill Ink on ledger of a censor Indiscretion In tights of red … Continue reading →

By Madison Grover On a glorious day, Two maidens bask in the sweet spring breeze A fan along her side, etched with detail Gifted by her lover, somewhere off in the sea   The sweetest blue silks Lay around her … Continue reading →

By Alyssa Brunner   “Yearning, longing”   Nestled in Bozeman, Montana it lies- Surrounded by pines, green shades galore. Two routes, just one endpoint. Bear spray and beaming smiles, Hikers with their Oboz boots. A comfortingly warm May afternoon  Perhaps … Continue reading →

by Taylor Smith   Oh, how you shine  your glorious light  which radiates down on mine.  The everlasting night doth appear the divine  and the town is ignited.    The cobalt, and amber swooshes Shine every which way, is quite … Continue reading →

by Tyler Doctor The pillars have fallen Imperfection displayed all over A different image then what we previously knew it was What will we do, how will it be fixed Will we rebuild to attempt previous perfection? Is it obtainable … Continue reading →

By Meghan Lord Shiny as a new, young pearl She gracefully emerges with A delicate shoulder graced by a curl Cover up that porcelain skin! Her admirers are watching To draw them in would be a sin This lovely sheath … Continue reading →

by Kai McKoy The swing creaks as her weight makes the trees groan. I’m curious if it’ll snap; who knows? The woman is a beautiful, encapsulating youth.   Her dress is beautiful; it flounces with every push.  She’s made to … Continue reading →

By, Sophie Santos The blind dog bites, nipping the backs of dirty heels  Children play in the tall grass while dinner simmers slow.  The fears we held in small hands  Grew to be colossal, like elephants beneath whisker trees.   … Continue reading →