Online Poetry Publication

  • Illustration for Gold poem by Alé Mercado


    Boldly, brightly, emerges the golden sun; looking down on jade fields and preparing for fun. Upon mountain lakes it gives a glistening glaze, as it sets upon the world its golden haze. It consumes us in a blistering heat, but gives warmth to the sand which caresses our feet. High in the sky its blinding […]

  • Bad Day illutration

    Bad Day

    She sat alone    in her bed with a giant    pain    in her head she tried  to go     outside but then    came back    in to hide the pain    was    too much what    a rush all the pain    in her brain her glasses       she […]

  • Tarmac Towns illustration by Alé Mercado

    Tarmac Towns

    The walls of home won’t let me stay, the children of men will come out to play; but there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, so the only escape is to stay inside. To deny us the right to our Tarmac Towns, These pint-sized sadists make us feel like clowns; yet I won’t give […]

  • Illustration for Impression Poem


    A disaster struck on a journey; which seemed to be the journey of my life. It kept me awake more than anything, such an experience; a one from the darkness that you shouldn’t remember, but you’re forced to. Out of nowhere, magic builds up. I am religious only at times, but now I shall follow […]

  • Illo024_DragonGirl_1000

    Dragon Girl

    Áine was a girl aged nine, who made a mess from time to time; but on this one particular day she became much too curious … with a price to pay. Her mother was leaving for the shops: “Don’t open the door or your magic stops!” But as Áine’s mother decides to leave, little Áine […]

  • Illo023_Spider_1000

    The Spider

    It had been a month since the last spider sat on my wall; smug and dark, casting a quivering shadow against the white. You appeared so suddenly, and when I least expected it; I didn’t fear you or want to kill you – your presence just irritated me. I left you sitting there for hours, […]

  • Illo022_Sooth-Say


    He tells himself a story: “I am great. I am wise.” There will be truth in that story. What though, it’s only lies. He listens to his story: “You are great. You are wise.” And he believes his telling. What though, it’s only lies. He walks his way through living: Thinking “great”, thinking “wise”; Taking […]

  • Illo021_Clock


    Time has no worries 
Time has no end 
Time doesn’t forget 

Time is everywhere 
Time is split in two 
Time is needed to start the day and end it 
Time is nothing if you don’t use it 
 Time is everything to someone who needs it 

Time dictates your life