By The Rutgers Review Poetry Collective
Hourglass
James Boyle
Come drown in my hourglass
It’s wounded and torn
Cracked by past infatuations,
One die... Read More
Reflecting on 2017, or any year for that matter, is difficult. All the memories, thoughts and experiences are overwhelming when trying to decipher the... Read More
Until out of breath,
night winds bend unlit trees.
Pines reach the summit of their stretch,
pause
and return to rest.
In the late darkness,
a somber whistle ... Read More
Do you understand,
or do you want me to explain it again?
You don’t quite seem to understand my
ornate, convoluted style of lecturing,
unless you do un... Read More
Bare Naked.
I wanted something else; something tangible enough to fulfill that empty void we all have within our hearts. I wish there were more, however, may... Read More
The moment was fast-forwarded but it all happened in real time, as did her growth.
I sat back holding my breath, aware of the pressure it caused in my stomach
... Read More
The whale's weeping wobbled wondrous on the whistling wind.
Sobs whittled on the descending waves.
Every tear was a pool that sank into the depths of ... Read More
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Where did you find her?
I've been looking at the stars for 21 years now,
Do you see me across the meadows
From where... Read More
Did you watch the news today?
It was all over the network.
Broadasting the horrors of bloodshed.
The war is back,
The playgrounds are gone.
Can you see the... Read More
There is a certain quiet in
the falling snow which
I can never seem to find
within myself.
In this quiet lies
the love of I have for
my future chi... Read More
There has been a change of program,
This new broadcast will be brighter than the rest,
The songs on the radio sound different,
Things have changed.
The tree... Read More
Good evening,
Welcome to this new segment called,
Sleep eludes me.
The fairies of shut eye haunt me,
Claw at me,
The nightmares don't begin,
Reality turns and h... Read More