Below are the all-time best Isioma West poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
The suffocating pressures are not lifted from you
Like burdens that took over your body.
All of the fears and tears have been purged effectively
And now you can breathe again
You had been tied to responsibility and people’s misunderstandings of your feelings
But now that you have been unbound,
Spread the wings of life and take flight into freedom.
You are now on your own
And now independence has become your close friend
As well as sense and morality.
The feigned glories of war
With the fluttering flag
And the romanticized figures and bloodied bodies
Put a beautiful and patriotic image in your mind.
But the horrors of war are not beautified
With sugary words and hope.
No. The sight of it, feel of it
Can leave you trembling and wishing no more.
Once the ideas of a beautiful war diminished
Into the deepest, darkest depths of our minds,
We saw the terrible cause of discord.
Would war ever end?
Though we have attempted peace since WW1
We have fallen short and ended up
With more soldiers and more fatalities.
War is the violent compromising of two conflicting territories.
A way of foreign policy that causes mishap
It causes weariness in civilians—
But will it ever cease to exist?
Is there no other way?
I'm flying so high
Feeling the clouds go by
Yes I'm flying
Real high, waiting ‘til I find my place
Flying to a land
Of dreams and no worries
Where the sky is always blue
Some rain, no snow
Where the heat is low
So baby would you like to fly with me
Fly really high and touch the sky
Darling won’t you come and see the world?
It was made for you and me.
Rainbows light the sky
Pots of gold sit at the end.
Touch the moon,
I’ll be your air
In this land
Disasters never exist
The heaven and earth will always keep peace
That there are no worries.
Come with me to the land of no days
Fly with me, hand in hand
And don’t worry ‘bout falling
To the ground
My love will keep you flying.
You can swim in my love
You never have to leave
Go with me to the land of no days
Fly with me hand in hand
And don’t worry ‘bout falling
To the ground
My love will keep you flying high
This land was made for you and me
Will fly in harmony
You’ll never want to leave.
Let’s fly, fly away
To the land of no days
And no tears.
Love, Laughter, Joy will sing for us
While our love goes on and on
Her ageless face
Her jet black hair
The way she wears confidence and composure.
The long hours she works
The long sleepless nights
The way her thoughts race like bird wings.
The way she smiles and laughs.
The long days of fatigue
The long years of pain written on her face
The way she says that we are everything to her.
The ways she speaks her mind.
My mom will always be in my heart.
Shivering and alone
The clouds have covered the gleaming sun
Like my tears had covered my blooming smile.
Variations of grey in the weeping sky
Like the variations of feelings in my thoughts.
Why is it so cold?
The warmth has been sucked out of the air
Like the happiness was sucked out of my day.
The cold is harsh
And will last long
Like the winter storm beginning in my mind.
Perhaps the sun will shine again
And break the barriers of the strong clouds;
The growing cold.
Perhaps the cold
Will go from here.
Or it will hide until another time.
It was never afraid to face the light of day.
We haven't spoken in so long
The wall has been built up
Big and strong.
But now I'm reaching to You
And I feel no sign coming.
Is the wall too high,
Can you see me?
Do You realize I need a guide?
I've been gone so long, I hid.
But now I'm here
I need a sign.
I'm reaching up to You
Please hear my cries.
Now I realize all the pain inside
Now I know what it feels like...
To have light, but also hear nothing.
Fear can consume you wholly.
It takes your mind into the darkness of its wrath
It taunts you when you face it.
Fear will take over you if it gets the chance
And once you turn to it,
You are lost in the vines of hesitation and helplessness.
Fear will wrap its emblematic arms around you
And pull you deep within yourself.
Fear can keep you from anything
And that is what it wants.
It is up to you to pull yourself
From its damaging grasp,
For your fears are just as afraid of you.
Beauty is when you can smile
No matter what people say.
Beauty is when you have strength
Even at the end of the day.
Beauty is when you have confidence
In everything you do.
Beauty is when you can know
You love you for you.
Beauty is kindness
Inside and outside.
Beauty is acceptance
Because life, you can abide.
Beauty is not artificial
It is real.
You are the first beholder
And that is the deal.
It is empty and cold here
Even with all these people.
Like a big blur in the corner
I stand and watch the commotion.
They laugh, they smile, they speak
And no one remembers me
No one acknowledges me.
It is dark
Even though there are lights everywhere.
And I, the shadow; the ghost; the figment of imagination...
And then it is truly dark.
Everyone is gone and I stand.
It is truly warm.
And the silence is the loudest commotion of all.
Does the realization cut you like a knife?
The realization that the dream
Has diminished like the lungs of the dying?
Alas, the dream is now festering like a blemish
Cracking like a collapsing wall
Shattering like a fallen wine glass.
Does it fill you with grief?
Does it dry like a lake in a searing land?
Dispose of itself in the back of your mind
And rot in your failure column?
Alas, the dream is gone,
Staring back at you
As it releases itself
Into the dark pits of despair.
Now it’s gone,
Now it has disappeared.