Poems by Denis
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A Beacon of Joy
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
A Veil of Clouds
Through the window of my cell, I gaze afar,
Into the mist where dreams and memories are.
A veil of clouds, so soft and yet so vast,
Hides the world, its future and its past.
Invisible they seem, these wisps of white,
A dance of shadows in the pale moonlight.
They whisper tales of what lies beyond,
Of sunlit fields and of the golden pond.
This cell, my confines, cannot hold my mind,
For in the clouds, a freedom I do find.
Each shapeless form, a story to impart,
A canvas vast for the imagination's art.
So let me look, let me dream and see,
In the mist of clouds, I find the key.
To unlock the chains, the walls, the bars,
And sail away to meet the stars.
A Beacon of Joy
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
A Veil of Clouds
Through the window of my cell, I gaze afar,
Into the mist where dreams and memories are.
A veil of clouds, so soft and yet so vast,
Hides the world, its future and its past.
Invisible they seem, these wisps of white,
A dance of shadows in the pale moonlight.
They whisper tales of what lies beyond,
Of sunlit fields and of the golden pond.
This cell, my confines, cannot hold my mind,
For in the clouds, a freedom I do find.
Each shapeless form, a story to impart,
A canvas vast for the imagination's art.
So let me look, let me dream and see,
In the mist of clouds, I find the key.
To unlock the chains, the walls, the bars,
And sail away to meet the stars.
Date Published
January 8, 2026
Dan’s Drawing
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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Self Reflection
By Sofia
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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Beyond the Steel Mesh
By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ
Burning Broken Thoughts
By Wolverine
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
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