You touch me.
You stare at me.
You think I'm your private property.
I'm supposed to like that?
In childhood, you teased me.
You told me I was weak.
That no boy will ever like me if I stay a geek.
And I'm supposed to take that?
Your opinions oblique.
Me caring; at its peak
Me silenced; I still speak
You're in the shadows, where you creep.
Copyright © Yii cw | Year Posted 2024
Why am I crying right now?
Why is my soul trying to sing tunes that my mind fails to interpret?
As my heart sinks in deep melancholy, my mind remains perplexed.
My heart yearns to break down for once and all.
As much as I want to break ties with all these chains and finally retire, I know I started this game.
We were laughing and joking while sinking into tears deep inside.
Either oversharing or over-pretending.
I’ve done it all wrong in search of someone or something to put me at ease.
It’s time that taught me that I am the solution to my questions.
I know why I am crying right now.
My tears are emotional outbursts but mockery for those I believe are close to my heart.
Copyright © Vigneshwari Natarajan | Year Posted 2024
My mother’s words cut deeper than knives.
They slash me and live deep inside my skin.
Tr’velling to my heart, they eat me alive.
Negative remarks radiate within.
“I could just murder you right now, you witch.”
I keep telling mys’lf I don’t believe her,
But the more she talks, the less i can r’sist.
They mult’ply and take over limb by limb,
With every word my spark withers away.
My spark vanished and my self esteem follows,
Tears welling, spilling down my cheeks, astray.
As the words eat at me, my inside hollows.
The words, they’re sharp, with razor-like teeth
They won’t leave my skin, they just lurk beneath.
Copyright © Valerie McNally | Year Posted 2024
NEW DREAMS
In the gentle whisper of the evening breeze,
I see the strength you've carried through the seas.
A heart that's weathered storms of yesteryears,
Yet blooms anew despite its hidden fears.
You’ve danced through shadows, faced the night,
Yet here you stand, a beacon of light.
Though love once brought a touch of pain and grief,
In your resilience, you've found grace and relief.
Let me be the softest touch, the tender care,
A promise of love, honest and rare.
For every scar tells a story, profound,
And in your heart, a treasure is found.
Together we'll weave new dreams, so bright,
Turning past sorrows into stars of night.
In the embrace of time, let love take flight,
Because with you, forever feels just right.
Copyright © tom walsh | Year Posted 2024
The truth was
left lying...
Somewhere within the
duration of our comfortable
silence.
I can taste all of my
unshed tears,
as the gift of fluidity
in the language of love
and violence.
Solutions tear at me and
drag me under as
I pull away from the
foreign sense of inner purity,
and as I become lost in
contrast, and my
insights blind, I
become another of Gods
condemned and guilty.
Sentenced to a quasi-life
of perverse flirtations
with a dark, deceptive
mortal art;
who pricks me with the
sharpened end; a perpetual
threat, causing me to dance
with death as I simply
fall apart.
Copyright © Tif Stevens | Year Posted 2024
An apartment building is a giant,
Tall.
Holding so many in its clutches.
An apartment building is a means of protection.
A means of shelter:
Protecting from storms.
An apartment building is a monster
With thousands of eyes
That gaze upon you as you pass by.
Copyright © Sylvia Lockaby | Year Posted 2024
On a dusky monsoon night, under a full moon's gentle sway,
She ascended the heavens, her feet kissing the stratosphere's edge.
A circle of light blossomed from her,
As her heart raced like thunder in a storm-laden sky.
Wrapped in the silence of the night, she journeyed through the clouds,
Her path meant for the poles, yet drawn irresistibly to the equator's warm embrace.
The monsoon winds, once a whisper from him,
Turned into a tempest, shifting her course.
The wind’s tender caress ignited her,
Transforming the monsoon into a planetary dance,
Her world spun faster, as the rhythm of the equinox consumed her,
And in that celestial moment, they became one with the Earth's eternal heartbeat.
Copyright © Sowmiya Narayanan B | Year Posted 2024
I am the Ouroborus of trauma
Thorned scales of each red flag
So add them up and feed me my flaws
Among clutter in a hand me down bag
Let's laugh as I divulge my wounds
I look a man but the boy never started
A secret shared to see if you think i lie
Round we coil treasuring your trust departed
My shadow gives me shade to dance
All pain is a song, a cacophony of tears
Don't have no equal, no good soul romance
Eternal doubt with passed generational fears
So for cycles, I eat my tail to share my tale
Only you can read my diary stained heart
Wretched pages leave fingers stained black
Even then torn stories, were stories torn apart
Still I lose my deja vu when I'm fake
Paused then comes back, so is my path
Intermingled weaves through them to me
Neglecting you is our well honed craft
Now I must bare my unhinged maw
Into me goes all of your guilty plate
Please Let me eat your unfulfilled cake
Swallowing the weight that breaks
Entitled like germs I endure it all
Wishing to crave the unwanted survival
Offering only jokes and charming words
So all Hail regret, long live its revival
Eternal pain as my constant meal
Do let my story bring sad raised mugs
A cycle of lessons never heard or learnt
Mostly swept, carefree, under old rugs
Roaming is a man, never really here
Alas he died along time ago i dream
I chase the thirst of languish in easy pipes
Loaded poison for a heart broken fiend
And its the ouroboros, son and daughter
See that my seed genes aren't seldom,
To them i say if your lucky my dears,
I hope my dna won't get to haunt them
Copyright © Simon Regan | Year Posted 2024
Constantly Ephemeral
My vantage point is clear and true,
The scene below…….. it gives me pause.
I watch the waves roll to and fro,
Constant and Ephemeral.
All around me, and in the distance,
Foliage, sand, rocks, sea and sky.
The motion that is so perpetual, yet
Constantly Ephemeral.
Light and space, openness,
Distance, silence, isolation.
Tiny figures in a captured space,
Constant and Ephemeral.
What is the plan, or is there none?
How can I find Continual?
I have to trust, this must be enough
To give me Hope……
Through the Constantly Ephemeral……
Copyright © SHIRLEY CORRIGAN | Year Posted 2024
I was so bright, it aches to think of the present,
A reality that never matched my dreams.
I imagined more, or maybe I imagined too much,
Where are the sparks that once lit up the sky?
Where is the giggle in my laugh, that was meant to remain?
When did the excitement of midnight thrill walks become peaceful, gentle strolls?
When did we trade weird, playful expressions for fearing how we look?
Those who lived their childhood, lived it fully
Those who grew up chasing perfection
Lost both sides,
Now we're left with just a fading whisper of what could have been.
Copyright © Shaista Shaik | Year Posted 2024
AGATE BEADS OF HAPPINESS
The tears have dried up
The lines have lost their rhyme
The taste of life is slipping away
But I'm still looking for you
I wake up at night
I call you without words
I beg you, just a little,
Be brave, don't be afraid to try
You'll feel my piercing rays
I'm running through new and unbroken lines,
of my relentless writing,
And day by day I string them together like threads,
I string together the words that call to you, the enchanting cascade of words.
Agate beads of happiness.
But you're still not there.
Wake up at last and take pity,
I've come to sleepless nights because of you.
Instead of my beloved, hugging my pillow,
I'm not tired of going a little crazy,
Maybe it's because I'm tired of life,
Or maybe it's because
I'm in a cloud of barren feelings
If you don't love, don't love
Don't want it, don't want it
But give me a smile to say goodbye,
And let me wish for one thing
That you'll be lucky enough to find
Your love, your sorrow...
Copyright © Samson Gelkhvidze | Year Posted 2024
On Saturday the fifth, I will meet my bride.
By side of alter, and then decide.
If I should flee, or marry thee.
You may think me cruel, or ungentle of man.
But she’s the type, to toll a man.
By cost and affect, because she can.
By Sunday sixth, she will be Mrs or amiss.
But me a Mister, regardless of this.
Her name in tarnish, but mine varnished still.
As a gentleman untamed, unmarried and with will.
It will be my choice, whether we rejoice.
Or my plan, that I leave her in abandon.
On Friday fourth, I get a jolt.
A letter brought forth, has me revolt.
Miss will not see you on Saturday.
She’s decided against, the matrimony.
How dare she, I gasp!
To leave such a man, not at the alter
But by, the pen of hand.
Copyright © Samantha McLaughlin | Year Posted 2024
I was walking on the street
Some water splashed on my feet.
It was a pool,
Wow! It looked so cool.
I changed into my swimming suit,
And dove into the pool.
Playing in the water,
Suddenly I felt the water getting hotter.
Surprised I looked down to find a shark,
I splashed, kicked, pushed, and found it dark.
Scared I gave out a scream,
To find my sister pulling my leg out of the dream.
Copyright © Sadhana Adele Saldanha | Year Posted 2024
The clouds rise above heaven,
And rain joy on dry lands.
The trees bend to every breeze
that flows like water.
Mountains have been wiped clean
Of all dust and now their beauty has clarity.
The green of forests, even from afar shined brighter now,
As the monsoon has cleansed all earth.
The sky has been stolen from its sparkling blue,
The brush strokes of grey are present on God's canvas.
The hills have been adorned with crowns in the form of clouds.
The rivers and streams have come to life,
Their youthful energy bubbling with laughter.
And across many lands, there lies an ocean, crucified beneath all thunder.
My dear Earth has now been rejuvenated.
Copyright © Saanvi Randhawa | Year Posted 2024
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Hello, my dear friend, your presence in my life is a blessing.
No challenge in life should be so daunting that you can't reach out for help. We are here for each other, a force to be reckoned with, united by our shared experiences that bind us, regardless of our obstacles. Everything is fixable; nothing is beyond our grasp. Set your goals, and if you pursue your dreams with unwavering determination, they will come to fruition.
Remember, when you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I cry. Please feel free to share your feelings and thoughts. I am deeply committed to your well-being and will always be here for you. Have faith in God and trust that we can navigate even the most turbulent waters together.
Copyright © Robert Sherriff | Year Posted 2024
Rising heat, internal fire, watching you not notice my eternal desire.
Face flushed, internal fire, your world still turns as I'm stuck in the mire.
Burned out from this internal fire, how do you not see me? or are you a liar?
Now you've noticed my internal fire, why resist my pedestal, alter, pyre.
Time running out on this internal fire, now you've called me out on my unsolicited desire.
Dampened ashes in place of my fire. Subdued, extinguished, crushed and expired.
Adrenalin buzz no longer required, now you've seen through my internal fire.
Copyright © Rich Lewis | Year Posted 2024
I prayed for you,
A thousand times, in a thousand ways.
But every single moment,
I recounted the days.
Never have I ever forgot to pray.
For which I tried so hard.
If only my eyes could say.
I cried for you,
In an endless cycle of nights.
I was sleepless for you,
For at least a thousand nights.
My eyes were wet,
Wet with sorrow and pain.
The pain of losing you,
Was making me insane.
Wherever I go, I could see you.
Whenever I dream, I dream of you.
You are an unforgettable memory of mine,
If only I could see you one last time,
I could say I am on cloud nine.
If only my eyes could speak,
The phrases of my heart.
I would have felt,
As if I conquered the earth.
Eyes can tell the truth,
Hidden within the soul.
Because they have natural innocence,
One which makes us whole.
But I guess it’s too late,
Yet my heart can't seem to forget.
For me, it will always be you.
Never will I ever forget to pray for you.
Alas! My Lady in Green,
You will always be a part of me,
Even if I die or the world ends.
You will always remain special to me.
Copyright © RED POETRY | Year Posted 2024
Im warn out, and so exhausted,i am trying to just push through, some days I don’t know, if I can even get through, my head is just spinning with all that’s on my mind, I don’t even know if I can get outta bed at times. I put on a brave face and smile through ever single day ,but yet I’m truly struggling and want to go away. I have support of friends and family, this is very true, but I feel like I’m a burden , so no one ever knew, how I am truly feeling and what struggles are on my mind., I am just trying, to stay above the line.
I know I will be ok and my days will turn around, I just need to keep both feet solid on the ground.
The days will be much brighter and better days are due,I just need to rest my head and keep on pushing through
Copyright © Rachael Bennett | Year Posted 2024
Dark fantasies ride glistening moonbeams through my chamber window.
They dance their strange ballet on cobwebs in the flickering candlelight,
before they abide among the dusty tomes.
The tapestries strain to muffle the sound of my breathing,
and the frantic scratching of my quill across the dry parchment.
The moon slowly retreats behind thick clouds,
and the moonbeams are pierced by raindrops until they fade.
The raindrops do their melancholy waltz on the sill,
as lightning drives the dark from every corner of my chamber.
I smile as the thunder awakens something deep within my soul.
Somewhere outside my chamber door, a heavy chain drags the floor.
Copyright © Pete Devlin | Year Posted 2024
Whose mind conceived the borders, Holding life in this space?
Who drew the map correctly without man's mind?
Who filled the vast barn where we all draw sustenance?
Who made the unfathomable seas so deep surpassing our reasoning?
Who held the universe this long without a Pole?
Who formed the life from bowels of mothers?
Who breathe counsel into the minds of man?
Who design these diversities and operations of the cells?
Who commanded the elements, ordering their wheels?
Who made the animals on land so dreary or the species of the sea unknown ?
These galaxies known yet unknown so puzzling
Tell me, Who?
This intelligent designer,
Olodumare.
Olodum is there, not silent
Copyright © Oluseyi Akinbami | Year Posted 2024