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Details | Free verse |

Red Beans

Changes in 3/4 time. 
Can't split a dime. 
But you can sure waltz out the door. 
Sound of your combat boots on the floor. 
I hear the door slam
flies be damned
he's off to Memphis 
head long down a pipe line
cutting cards and turning life loose
train stations and bus stations
take you north
to the Big Muddy
A catfish dream
and Mud Island 
I'll stay home with my disease
Watch it all on TV 
till he shows up at my door
bigger than life
but I got a gun
and I shoot him down
now I got my red beans cookin'
Yeah I got my red beans cookin'

Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Dear Dad

Dear Dad 				
Why don’t you love me? 
The small brown eyed girl asked her father as he beat her at night,
 then with a smile in the morning he’d scoop her up in his arms to play.
Why don’t you love me? 
The bigger brown eyed girl asked her father as he walked out and
never came back.
Why don’t you love me? 
The young brown eyed girl asked her boyfriend of two years,
As he walked out the same door her father did eight years before.
Never to return.
Why didn’t you love me?
The older brown eyed girl asked her father at his funeral.
As she leaned over the edge of his casket and kissed him gently on the forehead,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Why couldn’t you love me? 
The oldest brown eyed girl asked as she lays Jasmine’s and roses
On her father’s grave.
Only a row down from her old boyfriend’s,
With love that never dies.
And her question is answered in the wind, 
As the answer is whispered in her heart.
How could you love me?
If you couldn’t love yourself?

Copyright © Jazmine Russell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |


I forgave you once, for your behavior
I forgave you twice, for your actions
all the while you're stabbing my heart with a butcher knife
      with Every Strike!
I take a bow
Lord, let me live somehow!
I promise, I'll leave him tomorrow!
I beg and I plead for my life
    As my nose bleeds blood onto the floor
You strike me again and call me a whore!
I can't take it, I gasp for breath as you try to 
    Choke me to death
Something breaks the trance, a knock at the door
"Stay here you evil witch" you whisper as you fling my head to the side
I moan, and I cry, wonder~how could I end up with this type of guy
I shudder when I hear the door slam shut
cuz I know you'll only be nice for a while,
you'll walk around with that pretty smile,
You'll give me hugs, kisses, cuddles and great sex
You'll cook for me, clean the house, take me out
Everyday you're ripping my stitches out
 because I forgive you time and time again
  And your actions Never Change
       You're not a nice man.
And you don't deserve me at my best or at my worst.
You don't deserve my forgiveness;
   so you're getting my curse
2-18-15 for Forgiveness Poetry Contest.

Copyright © Butterfly Mantra | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

a fugitive's heart

driving fast on the freeway
because my baby's got a gun.
the new millennial bonnie and clyde.
you know we're always on the run.

i have the bags, filled with cash.
he's got the diamonds, in our stash.
they'll never catch us,
so we laugh
for those scrambling on our behalf.

the way we're rushing,
i know i'm blushing
because i'm doing it for the thrill.
now, we got half a mill
in the trunk of my v8 ford
and another memory safety stored.

riding around like it's our death car,
guided by the north star.
by the time they catch me and my man
we'll be sitting first class 
on a flight to japan
with a stranger's identity in my back pocket
and a fugitive's heart in a stolen locket.

Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

I'm Home, Habebty: Egpytian Revolution

*habebty: arabic for my love
*context: this year (2014) is the third anniversary since the egyptian revolution

Friday, he told me,
"Tomorrow will be a sad day."
"Why?" I asked.
"The anniversary of the revolution."
Of course. 
When I had google searched "january news egpyt" 
the day before to see if any new protests had occured to 
block the streets and make him come home late, 
the results still showed the carnage of three years ago.
There would be protests tomorrow.
I asked him if he was going to work. 

I worried.
I wouldn't tell him
Not to go to the protest-
I knew I would have gone too-
Shouldn't I support what he believes?
But then I think 

Bloodstains on streets 
Littered with banners
Left abandoned

Tear gas 
Like the departing souls
Of the martyrs of the revolution

Riot gear uniforms
Beat down protesters;
They've sworn to arrest
Anyone protesting today-

I pray.

I ask him where he is. 
"I'm home, habebty."
He's decided not to go
Since he thinks it's wrong
To celebrate on a day
So many have died.

I breathe again.

Nearly 50 died that weekend.
I got to hear,
I'm home, habebty.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

How Stars Appear

Made from hope and fists balled tight
the secret handshake of manhood and mistrust fell heavy,
It anchored his identity and moved him through the seas of poverty
And like how stars just appear,
He became fight, hostility, crime
No longer a casualty to life’s turbulence
but instead, a creation of his own bad decisions
Reprieve met him at the tip of the needle
And like how stars just appear,
He became recklessness, loss, detachment
His chipped shoulder and heartbeat made of hot stones
Melt his ambition and push me towards the shore
But I always come back
And like how stars just appear,
He became intrigue, passion, something more
I’m his safe haven made up of the moments he slept through,
Playing hide and seek with the parts of him that his track marks held hostage
He can see my hope while I watch his war
And every time he looks at me, I can see everything that’s beautiful

Copyright © Jenny Monteverdi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Hidden Hurt

Awake in my bedroom, rigid with fear
The man I call lover is coming so near
No sweet gentle touch is waiting for me
But the vile look of anger is all i can see.

What did I do wrong? Screams loud in my head
Was it something I did or something I said?
The blood pulses hotly inside my ears
The sweat rises sharply alerting my fears
I smile at him calmly though it's all a front
He twists up my face and I feel the first thump. 

The fists keep on coming again and again
I beg to myself to keep strong, feel no pain
But the pain overtakes, my head is just spinning
He's kicking and biting no end no beginning
A knife he gets out and holds up to my throat
And then I drift out taken away in a boat
  to a beautiful place in my in my dreams I presume, 
I'm no longer there in that terrible room.

A part of my mind has saved me for now 
I don't know the reason, I can't tell you how
While my body was going through torturous hell
My heart and soul were kept safe and well

The beating has stopped and he looks at me crying
I say it's alright but we both know  I'm lying
He says that he's sorry, that I made him do it
My eyes dead and hollow I just agree to it
Too weak to object, self respect in the dirt
Just grin and bear it
My deep hidden hurt.

Copyright © Maddie WIcks | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

I hate the way you lie

I hate the way you are, I hate the way you tell me you love me, but you don't mean it, I hate that you seem like a nice person around other people, and then when there gone you turn into a total jerk again. I hate the way you lie behind my back to my friends, I hate the way you lie to my family and not your family. I hate the way you lie to people you talk to but you don't even know them. I hate the way you play mind games with my heart, and my mind just because I'm slower then you. I hate the way you lie to me, when you say you won't do it again then a week goes by and your back doing it again. I hate the way you lie, having me think that your my dream come true when you turn around and call me names behind my back. I hate the way you lie when you say that everything is going to be okay, and then the next day I turn around and your sleeping with someone else. I hate the way you manipulate me to do what you want me to do when I don't want to. I hate the way you lie, because your making me stay with you when my heart is telling me I don't love you. I hate the way you lie to me when your telling me that you love me as were intimate and it's really making me feel less than a person inside when I know I'm more than what you want me for, I hate the way you lie when your really not a person with a heart, your a lost little puppet doing the same things over and over again.

This is for everyone that has been hurt so bad in life that they've felt like giving up.
Keeping a open heart, by not going in circles, theres more out there in the world then just one person to love you. So you should smile cause your a pretty, pretty awesome person!!!!

Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

destitute kid

Mom, why did you bear me?
And dad, why did you seed?
Is this all to display,
Your violent relationship,
Quarrel together for silly things;
Why you pulverize own frutex,
Under steps of your egotistic feet;
Is this all to teach me,
Life I need to live;
When I came from womb,
World was amiable winsome;
You cohered me to your chest, 
Could see,
Tears of love in your eyes;
Dad's lips too, 
Glowed in exhilaration; 
Could feel his impatience,
To take me in his arms;
Why have you changed?
Both swelled head,
Ignore me in your strife;
Your relation pains my heart,
Gives feeling am losing you both;

© Sadashivan Nair

Copyright © sadashivan nair | Year Posted 2017