Edge of Humanity Magazine

Posts tagged ‘poems’

Sweet Dreams

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Small shack with tin roof Heavy tropical rainstorm Will sleep well tonight       This piece is part…

More

  Written By The Hermit Poet   You’re the greed prophet Look! Emptying my pockets Is this not enough?       This piece is part of…

Stroll

  Written by Michaël Janssens      Stroll with my grandfather, the pond the ducks, girls walking who didn’t do much to me. Feeling secure, holding…

Footsteps

  Written by  Laura Berry     Walking along a lamp lit street, in the dead of night, distressed. Deeper i head into the dark, an…

I Love You

  Written By The Hermit Poet     Guess what I bought? A Bicycle built for two Jump on lets ride No worries we will find…

Journey

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Backpack pair of boots Bought around world ticket Will not be home soon       This piece is…

Tropical Joy

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Laying in hammock Smoking pipe drinking beer Watching bananas grow       This piece is part of the…

Trapped

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Locked away so tight Key buried deep inside your soul of bitterness       This piece is part…

Bullies

  Written by Michaël Janssens   When you call me names, playing those twisted, little games, I don’t budge. You are not the judge. You hold…

Dinner

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Can of no name soup Some white bread six pack of beer Alone no one cares      …

The Escape

  Written By The Hermit Poet   In the game too long Time to get up walk away before heart decays       This piece…

The Unit

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Serpents circling Back to back swords in our hands together to end       This piece is part…

Awakening

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Nose stuck to the screen Internet not what it seems Go out start living     This piece is…

Back Of Your Skull

  Written by Michaël Janssens   At the back of your skull, I see another. Jaws firmly clasped, the dreaded silent treatment. ‘What’s wrong?’ I desperately…

At The Stove

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Stirring the pasta Drinking Italian red wine She looks really fine     This piece is part of the…

Salvato

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Walking streets of Rome Late night feeling alone Sofia took me home       This piece is part…

The Affair

  Written By The Hermit Poet   We should not do this Marriage and careers at risk Just innocent kiss Our public lives complete bore Cannot…

Writer #2

  Written By The Hermit Poet   My typewriter keys Starting to look rusty They are still friends to me       This piece is…

Patience

  Written By The Hermit Poet   When running business Think just like the Japanese Be in for long haul       This piece is…

Resilience

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Worked garden for years Hurricane blew all away Start over next day       This piece is part…

Survival

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Today in garden A lizard killed butterfly At least reason why       This piece is part of…

Honey Bread

  Written by B.S.   We fine red decluttered mix biscuits plastic shoed beast too close to hearts n’ skull worms and itchy feet yanked throats…

Calm Night

  Written by George Gad Economou     staring at the night sky over a tall glass of bourbon, picturing the nights of yonder,   when…

Man In His 50s

  Written By The Hermit Poet   During my twenties I was extremely hungry Thirties and Forties Still chasing after money Now content and feel lucky…

Stained

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Peaceful morning swim in Atlantic Ocean will not wash away sins       This piece is part of…

Forever Lost

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Wounded warriors Chasing ghosts of happiness down deep dark cavern       This piece is part of the…

More Wine

  Written by George Gad Economou   the end is nigh, almost on sight, silent prayers for the night never to turn blue, as wine fills…

The Click

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Street Photographers Silently shoot their frames of everyday magic       This piece is part of the Rewind Series …

Writer #1

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Tap Tap Tap the keys Rum coke typewriter and me Deep in fantasy       This piece is…

Unravelled

  Written by  Laura Berry   How can something so tangible fall apart? What binds the physical together? Molecules held suspended by magic.. Is it love?…

Honesty

  Written by George Gad Economou     honesty brands the words with nuclear fire and bourbon disembogues honesty out of the typing fingertips like tidal…

The Gift

  An Excerpt From The Unbelievable Believable More Tales from the Baron Poetry Book By Billy J. Barnum   The Gift     Someone just gave…

Like A Ghost 

  Written by Laura Berry   Sometimes when i watch another go through what i went through it gives me that space to grieve. I feel…

Death Of A Priest

  Written by George Gad Economou     empty fields   on the horizon stand the tall mountains of eternal fire crammed into a tiny space    one…

Ritual

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Always at same time She sits and drinks her red wine Blocking out her mind.       This piece…

Primal Decay

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Shackled by ego Possessed by hollow treasures Mankind rots away       This piece is part of the…

Clean Slate

  Written by George Gad Economou   sometimes, it’s impervious to nuke it all; erase all you’ve done (and haven’t done) and start anew. think of…

Dark Passing

  Written By The Hermit Poet   The cauldron burns red Hatred will devour soul Torment on deathbed       This piece is part of…

Lost

  Written by George Gad Economou   lost in the algid abyss, traipsing drunk in the empty streets,    trying to remember where home is, searching…

Bahnhof People

  Written by Randy W. Plym     on platform eleven  people stretch into gum strings; heat throbs, smoke curls, magma rises  like the whole station…

Changing Lanes

  Written By The Hermit Poet   It’s nice getting old Let youth chase after riches I’m playing my flute       This piece is…

Driven

  Written By The Hermit Poet   Winners have thick skin Do not care what people think March forward like horse       This piece…

Pause

  Written By The Hermit Poet   To control one’s life A person needs to train the mind to be relaxed       This piece…

Two Pixies

  Written by Phillip Woodruff     i saw two pixies on the downtown train i’m sure they snuck on at the parker station i’m sure…

What Remains

  Written by George Gad Economou     cruel lustful nights of yonder,  when bourbon and blow created a lethal combination for all those around me—too…

Astro Jack

  Written by  Joni Caggiano From the perspective of a young concert goer using hip-hop urban dialect.     losing myself between those repeated raw beats…

The Coffinsmith

  Written by Phillip Woodruff   matthews international  casket division    that’s what the sign says on the building across the street and while it creeps…

Boozehead

  Written by George Gad Economou     you’ve drunk with rick yuppies and broke barflies;  talked drunken philosophy with a failed writer and a successful…

Sin at Six

  Written by Joni Caggiano   gazing at vivid red bricks willing myself to evaporate into the rough white stuff laying snuggling in between scarlet spies…

Time To Pause

  Written By The Hermit Poet   STOP take a moment Analyze situation Will save you mistakes       This piece is part of the…

Showdown

  Written by Andrea Janov   I watch him  as the security guard  shouts in his face. I watch him lean   even   closer A…

Lonely Employment

  Written by Joni Caggiano   you ride your bike, crying down the hard dirt road your morning spent killing flies their price, a penny a carcass…

Single Second

  Written by Andrea Janov     My car putts   up    the mountain,     the gas pedal pushed down to the floor,                 gears grind as…

Undesirable Visitor

  Written by   George Gad Economou   nothing worse than getting startled by a cockroach when you drunkenly shuffle to the bathroom to piss.   in…

High Price

  Written by   Joni Caggiano   Arising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco.  Their breaths are a land…

Walk Away

  Written by Andrea Janov     With the smell of dead leaves and the biting wind hinting at coming snow I knew I was home.…