I Am Anaya Poet Free verse

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Through The Eyes Of Babes

Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras
are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs, 
“Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn”
Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip, 
an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators                 
insight, although the world is watching 
We trudge onto yet another camp
The sun brings nothing, not anything more than light 
that shines upon a smokey sky
I see more of nothingness, space, void, rubble 
Everything is foreign and everyone has changed
All are cold, scared, and hungry, we walk aimlessly
In the hands of anyone unknowing if he or she's sane 
There is so much fear, I am no longer safe
A new reality has come upon me
To the smell of death should I adapt?
A new day has dawned, morning has broken
Echoes pick up murmurs of others tears long spent
sifting through these ruins where I hide 
Unattended unattached, no time for a sigh,
cry, or yawn, I am zombie like
The unrest of the last night has begun again
The recent blood red scenes now past
Yesterday's echoes filter one more reality
Will it be me today?

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Valsa George December 10, 2024 at 12:42 AM The scene you have depicted is so sad. Innocent children getting away from their homes destroyed and dear ones shot dead or wounded. War and rebellion leave trails of destruction making many innocent children orphans. They are made to shift to camps where there is no safety or security assured. Having no roots or dear ones in an alien soil, what they confront is fear and insecurity. A heart wrenching poem , dear Anaya. I Am Anaya December 16, 2024 at 7:41 PM Belated Ty, Valsa! xhugs

Duke Beaufort November 27, 2024 at 4:58 PM Anaya, the damage to the innocent brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. On some level, the perpetrators justify this by calculating that they are worth more than those they destroy. It's not something anyone with reasonable humanity can justify and does not bode well for any of us. Thanks for this piece. Very insightful and thought provoking. I Am Anaya December 2, 2024 at 9:34 PM Ty, Duke! It is all too much to bear.

Joe Maverick November 27, 2024 at 9:55 AM I don't need to put my view on war i guess.? Maybe i can't.? Words truly fail me by now.) I Am Anaya December 2, 2024 at 9:32 PM By now it's all so clear, what can we say.

Victor Buhagiar November 27, 2024 at 2:00 AM War is useless and solves nothing in the long run. It is a disaster for humanity, especially for children. I loved the ending. I Am Anaya November 27, 2024 at 9:13 AM To blow up buildings, leaving rumble behind and whoever is in them. The reason being, Hezbollah militants hiding inside, using civilians. They will cease fire, but the whole thing shouldn't have begun at all. // We saw it from the very beginnings, Victor. Gaza war is persisting as usual, over 44,000 Gazans dead and no end in sight, mostly women and children. America arms Isreal. Iran arms Hezbollah and Hamas. Ty

Silent One November 25, 2024 at 12:13 PM Your poem presents a harrowing and unflinching look at a world turned upside down, where survival is an endless struggle and fear permeates every aspect of life. Through vivid imagery and a powerful exploration of psychological and emotional decay, the poem highlights the loss of security, humanity, and hope in the face of relentless suffering. The detachment and alienation reflect the dehumanizing effects of living in such a brutal, unpredictable reality, where every new day is filled with the possibility of death. The poem leaves readers with a sense of existential questioning, as the speaker contemplates whether this bleak, zombie-like existence is all that remains. How sad we live in a world like this.. I Am Anaya November 26, 2024 at 3:25 PM Outstanding words, Silent One, your comments are much needed as further insight to these atrocities we're witnessing daily, as the world watches we can take the opportunities to express how we feel, come together, and show those who aren't aware through poetry. This week I'll give thanks for many things (Thanksgiving). It's so sad, SO. xhugs Anaya

Daniel Henry Rodgers November 25, 2024 at 5:41 AM Dear Anaya, How hauntingly sad, for you captured the stark reality of fear and change for the cruelity imposed upon the innocent. I think your imagery of empty balconies and smokey skies echoes deep emotions that everyone should read and act. It truly is a picture of survival amidst desolation. I pray for peace and intervention! Autumn Blessings, MY Dear Friend, Daniel I Am Anaya November 26, 2024 at 3:17 PM Ty, Daniel! I'm honored you are here to comment, your prayers are welcome for the suffering. I hope you and yours have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Peace ~ Anaya :):)

Ink Empress November 25, 2024 at 4:36 AM Dear sweet anaya, iv said it before and here i say it again, you have a beautiful heart for being the voice for the silence as any country should not face such cruelty/war etc, I cant even imagine these kids and what they must be going through, youv expressed with your empathetic soul very well, i felt this, i wish things would get better sooner. Best wishes for the contest: sending you light I Am Anaya November 26, 2024 at 3:12 PM Ty, Ink. It's all so heartbreaking. In hopes for an end to it. Promising's for a cease fire and a state of their own. The contest an opportunity to remind all of the suffering and being grateful for what we have during the Thanksgiving Holiday , my poetess friend :):)

Yann Rolland November 24, 2024 at 3:10 PM powerful poem, the smell of death is unforgettable, you put the right message, this is a poem that seems to have been written in a war country, so realistic and moving, we would like to help these abandoned kids, thanks anaya for the poem and in name of the victims, i was teared apart as many would I Am Anaya November 26, 2024 at 3:08 PM Ty, Yann. It's all so heartbreaking. In hopes for an end to it. Promising's for a cease fire and a state of their own. :)

Paula Goldsmith November 24, 2024 at 12:11 PM I enjoyed reading your powerful write. Great Picture... Children learn what they live good or bad. Maybe they will help bring in peace. "Good Luck" Have a blessed day writing away..................... I Am Anaya November 25, 2024 at 12:02 PM Ty, Paula. I used an AI pictorial, because I want to make sure that the children on the internet are not being exploited.