Nette Onclaud Poet Free verse

Bruised Midnight

In the dreary whisper of midnight’s groan,
when streets escape the punctured cry
of thinning breaths, a line of stars blinks
trading some warmth with human arms...

beyond numbing sighs this dark possesses,
there are more wrists handcuffed on tainted
metal of cups and breadcrumbs for waifs,
as youngsters huddle in damp corners, till

a single violin strain bites the screeches
of grief and pain, of a crowd rendered
by lesions worn: a gauze of dingy shapes
coiling in fetal postures like bruised grass,




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For Rob Carmack's Contest: Screwed lll
Theme: Pain of night
3/01/2015

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Poet Destroyer A May 14, 2015 at 7:58 PM Nette, sweet win...Linda

Skat A May 14, 2015 at 5:27 PM Nette, congrats on your Screwed III win. SKAT

Jan Allison May 13, 2015 at 9:20 AM a portrayed their plight so eloquently Nette - many congrats:-) Hugs Jan xx

Edward Ebbs May 13, 2015 at 7:47 AM Congrats Nette, nicely done :)

Rob Carmack May 13, 2015 at 3:08 AM Congrats Nette! It was nice to find this treasure in my contest.

Cyndi Macmillan March 28, 2015 at 8:26 AM Hello, hon. Slowly slowly making my way back. This is breathtaking and hurts to read in the most wondrous way. Each line, art. I see!!! All those lovely echoes... groan/arm.... possesses/screeches... broth, behest.... the lovely space between worn/morn. I know this horror is a around you in the Philippines and I know how this would effect you, an activist who tries her best to help all those in need. Poetry can move those in power... write and submit to those who seem heartless. xoxox

Monterey Sirak March 7, 2015 at 7:59 AM You have painted a stark, sad, and realistic picture of the face of poverty. Everywhere there are homeless crying out for help.

Kp Nunez March 2, 2015 at 5:08 AM Nette, you have artistically shown an exceptional imagery of a very delicate and sad issue in the country. Much like the artist paints with careful hands, you did the same on this and given it an intelligent voice to be heard. I'm a fan. :D Kim

David Meade March 1, 2015 at 9:59 PM Nette your poem exposes the issue of poverty . . . the desolation that faces the homeless . . . much grace is needed. If you are interested here is one of the best books I have read and studied on poverty. "When Helping Hurts: Alleviating the Poverty Without Hurting The Poor...And Ourselves" Outstanding write. 7

Sara Kendrick March 1, 2015 at 7:28 PM Sad one..We never know what life will issue out to us or our family members..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Rhoma Em March 1, 2015 at 1:54 PM Deep and meaningful; there are so many marginalized people in the world. You make me aware of this sad plight and awaken my spirit to feel their pain. A most stirring poem!

Emile Pinet March 1, 2015 at 1:04 PM A touching and revealing poem that reaches out grabs your heart and never lets go. Emile. #7

Tim Smith March 1, 2015 at 8:33 AM I pray for them and to end hunger in this world...hugs Tim