Poetry - The Sentinel by Yuvoice

POETRY

Poetry is a window into one's personal experiences, both internal and external. The sights, sounds, and pulses of life can be immortalized in verses that stir the soul and instill hope, happiness, and sorrow. Remember that words heal as well as hurt.

Poetry is a window into one's personal experiences, both internal and external. The sights, sounds, and pulses of life can be immortalized in verses that stir the soul and instill hope, happiness, and sorrow. Remember that words heal as well as hurt.

Blue canopy over red-blanketed wooden bed.

Ode To The Bed

By Yosef Baskin

The moon sits, looking like a giant eye, high above trees, while miasma surrounds a lone golden streetlight.

Moonscalding

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown

A young girl takes her first steps in the hallway of her childhood home. Her parents and grandparents witness the moment.

Of What Then Could Become

By Kristen McConville

Silhouette of a woman wearing a tiara and gazing at the sunset.

Heavy Are The Crowns

By Lilian Le-Diep

A black and white photograph of a bus stop and intersection at night.

Rhythms Along the Grey

By Jake Stevens

A person holds a bunch of balloons tightly in their hand at sunset. They stand in the glow of golden light, a perfect reflection of the sky, the balloons, and the person in the water.

Balloons

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown

A shadowed woman gazes at a sunset across the seemingly endless ocean.

Days Gone

By Maximilian Pollok

Two people, one with dark hair and the other with red, stare intently out of a train window, looking at a field surrounded by trees. A rainbow paints the gray sky.

To Feel at Home

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown

The silhouette of a woman, a mother, is shown in a dark room while winter sunlight shines through the frosted glass windows. The woman’s head rests against the doorframe, and her hand is on the windowpane.

Standing There

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown

FICTION >

A woman’s hand reaches into a filing cabinet hesitantly. It almost looks like her hand is coming to the surface of a body of water that she is desperately trying to escape.

Offboarding

By Oliver Roberts | 3 days ago

Recidivist Phantoms

By Oliver Roberts | 3 weeks ago

INK

By Sofia Tietze | 1 month ago

HUMANITY >

Parents walk down a trail with their child between them as each one holds their child’s hands.

Parents: Surprise, They’re Human Too!

By Zachary Anderson | 1 month ago

Carolina Maria de Jesus: The Day Hunger Stopped Being Abstract

By Catarina Proença | 1 month ago

When the World Stopped, I Kept Going

By Kristen McConville | 2 months ago

LIFESTYLE >

A woman reading text on her phone.

Is There a Library in Your Future?

By Lilian Le-Diep | 2 weeks ago

Moonlighting as an Extrovert

By Lilian Le-Diep | 3 weeks ago

Travel Slow

By Maximilian Pollok | 4 weeks ago

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A heart shape in paving stones bridges differing paved paths.

Triggered by ‘Jungle Fever’

By Sofia Tietze

A young boy, crouched, looks at his reflection in a mud puddle. He has blond hair and is in a rust-colored jacket; the sky is gray.

Lifetime Haikus

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown

A photo of a man wearing an open striped red suit, bare-chested, standing in the shadow of blinds.

This Fabric Does Not Suit Me

By Jake Stevens

Two people sitting on a bench under a tree, enjoying the view.

My Ways to Feel

By Lilian Le-Diep

A dark gray landscape, barren and broken, with a haze in the air.

Concrete

By Maximilian Pollok

A footprint of grey, dry, cracked earth stands in sharp relief against surrounding grey, dry, cracked earth.

Couplet: In Our Garden, In the East

By Sofia Tietze

A lone tree sits on a rocky, grassy hill on a cloudy morning.

Ego

By Maximilian Pollok

(Image courtesy of Tripti Mund)

Dusk on Fall

By Tripti Mund

A man’s hand, with some wrinkles and age spots, fingers outstretched, lays against a tree trunk in this grayscale photograph.

I Wander, and Wish, That Love Would Last

By Jarrod Wetzel-Brown