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Christmas Eve;
mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
(forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready for exposure.)
Crows squawk a chorus in a leaden sky
and there's a sprinkling of snow
as mourners cluster black and white
like so many stoic penguins
round the gaping wound of earth.
The box so tragically small reverberates,
sealing the fate of one taken 
too early from the fight. 

Well-wishers scatter to their cars,
start up their cell phones, return 
to Saturdays spent manicuring lawns 
and custom fingernails.

Bereft of a daily blueprint,
her aching loss too new for time 
to render any pleasure, still 
she has her novels and her neighbors,
her crosswords and her cat
and a pain deep in her heart 
for which there is no measure.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015

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Snow Angels

Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.

Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.

Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.

Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2012

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			   Tears of Joy

			God cried today; His tears fertilized 
			     Mother Earth’s womb; 
		         The fragrance of nature saturated the air.

			Tomorrow I will cry upon your grave
			     Laughing tears  
			Falling from pregnant memories:
                             Pregnant memories

			Washing away grief’s gloom
                             Watering love
			And the happiness of peace we shared.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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                                        Elegy to Child Lost

                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

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In the stillness of your own
you taught us
the circadian rhythms of life
and its meandering flow
cascading life's tempestuous realities
year to year gracefully
wrapping pain into neat little packages
to be opened in the still of night
where you lay motionless
while spiritual healing moved
from one solution to another
as your soul communed with God.

How cleverly He disguised you:
a bud in waiting.

When blooming synchronized itself
with your unfolding
you became a radiant sunshine of joy:
then you gracefully slipped away.

a gentle breeze blew baptismal bliss
over my every being
and i felt your sweet soul soaring
in the winds of time
and heard your redemption song
of peace and unity with Jah.


Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Raindrops and Teardrops

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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An Elegy For Noah Tuckwell

As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist

I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.

You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.

But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.

As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.

So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow 
One hole to be ventured in farther 

As you led there erotically 
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely 
I couldn’t take my eyes away

So I didn’t see 
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career

Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start 

To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat

I wish I had been able to say 
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive

Your hair was golden in the glow 
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know 
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp

And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort

But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair

My heart is soaked in liquid salt 
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby

Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry 
Although we never met

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013

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Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

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Single Purple Candle

   Within a flicker your life sailed away like the rushing tide upon a purple sea
   it carrying you along to be placed by God's side setting your soul free

   If only your eyes could tell me of the splendor you now see
   and emit your light of purple brilliance so as to ease my sad heart of agony

   In silence I lite a purple candle for you knowing forever you are near
   my arms reach out to hold your shadow while my eyes are covered and veiled

   Your candle starts to dim the melting wax dripping into the shapes of a thousand
   consuming my heart of the sadness and deprivation that you are not here

   In paradise you now belong as the Angels sing your warrior song
   today is your birthday and I know the greatest gift was God calling you home

   But as your Mother my heart continues to suffer with grief
   as I lay upon my bed with your blanket and savor your lasting scent

   Watching your purple candle flicker and glow as it vibrates my lost heart
   my love for you Son forever ablaze knowing for only a short while we are apart

   Speak softly to me in my dreams while giving me visions of a young child at play
   the purple candle continues to burn my sweet child, 'Happy Birthday'.

   We miss you Caleb. Happy Birthday  
   copyright   2016   From Aunt Tammy Reams- to my Sister 


Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2016

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Body of a water

Glimmer is her body of a water 
Deep crystal clear surrounded by 
overgrown trees and wild flowers 
Situated between two villages  
also known as the lovers pond 
Where every young lovers met and 
had their first kiss
Her pure sweetness flows to the edges 
where little CherryAnn would love to bend 
and dip her little fingers to taste its sweet freshness 
She would dip her little feet and feel its 
coolness inviting her deeper
She knew she was not allowed to go 
in any further like the older kids do
- but she didn't know why 
She would love to mimic the older kids 
splashing and laughing in the center of the pond 
She can only play by the edges and giggle 
from there  
While mommy's eyes dwell on her
She would run back yelling
-Mommy mommy I dwunk the watta 
-Mommy mi feet wet
Mommy's face would light up, her heart 
expand with sweet love for her little baby girl 
But one afternoon after mommy was
done with her house chores and went 
to wake little CherryAnn from her nap 
only to find an empty room 
Mommy softly calling "my sweet pea" 
where are you
Mommy was calling four to five times 
and still no giggling from her little CherryAnn
Alarm sound went off in mommy's heart
Mommy running around the house
the back yard and the neighbors 
Yelling where is my little baby CherryAnn
All the other kids were in school 
So she had no one to play with 
But... Her favorite Drink...The body 
of a water that's hidden by over grown 
trees and wild flowers she had her own playmate 
- but mommy wasn't with her
Mommy was running as fast as her feet can carry her 
But mommy couldn't run faster
But mommy was too late
There in the center of her pond 
floating facedown mommy's little baby girl 
Lifting her out 
Shaking her 
Pumping her chest 
Blowing air into her mouth
Calling her name
———— nothing 
Little baby CherryAnn breathless 
Mommy's heart stopped 
Mommy's world is never the same anymore... The pond is now covered with dirt. 

         Akkina R Downing

This is a true story about my sister and her little baby girl CherryAnn Who was taken away at only 4years old and sweetest angel

Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2016

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She sits alone in darkened room
Listening as the wind shakes the thatch,
Peat fire reek hangs in the air
As candle glow reflects in her eyes,
In her arms wrapped in a shawl,
Her bairn sleeps innocent with a smile.
She sings to him sweet and  low .
Mmmmmmmmmmm ochone,ochone my little one,
Sleep deep, sleep sound my darling son,
Beneath the stars, dream for me,
Your daddy is lost on some foreign land
So little fingers grasp my hand,
You have his hair, golden brown
With waves and curls hanging down
Features fair and handsome too
Smiles in his sleep just like you.
I loved him so much as i love you
He would have been proud baby boy,
To watch you grow and reach for the sky.
He left to defend his country fair
It was hard to leave, left his heart sair,
To fight in foreign fields and woods
And there he lies, alone in the cold.
When you grow remember him,
Ill tell you all that you should know
Youll plough the ground and seed you,ll sow
And hear his laughter amid the winter snow.
So sleep sound my pretty young son
Don’t let the dark invade your dreams
Rest now and grow strong and tall
Remember your daddie come the fall.

Andrew McIntyre.

Copyright © Andrew McIntyre | Year Posted 2016

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NaFarmaan NaKhalf Baitay Ka Noha-- Elegy of a Disobedient and Evil Son

BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye

Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae

Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae

Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae

Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae

Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae

Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae

Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae

Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae

Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae

Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae

Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae

Copyright © mazhar butt | Year Posted 2014

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Shadow and mirage are thesame;
The former is never a substance
And the latter never an oasis.
But the death of a child is both:
Hope is dashed and respite betrayed
Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility
That often comes from the nostalgia of reality...
I mourn with you Professor.

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2013

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Eight Times The Earth Went 'Round The Sun

Eight times the earth went ‘round the sun - 
Our world had only just begun 
To know a parent’s joy;
To have and hold and kiss a face,
And feel a child’s sweet warm embrace 
While under God’s employ.

The time we had was brief but bright 
With toys and games and walks at night, 
And pitches on the lawn;
What zest for life he showed so well,
Who ran in fields like a gazelle
Or like the nimblest fawn.

But then one day a storm arose, 
And struck our child from head to toes
From fever and a chill;
In haste the doctors tested him,
Which proved his chance to live was slim
With no known cure or pill. 
O precious child who lay in bed,
With wrinkled brow and fevered head, 
A rose among wild flowers;
We came to him and held his hand,
And kissed his face where tears did land
On cheeks for many hours.

I still recall the words my son
Spoke last as I had just begun
To brighten up his room;
“Do not be sad. I’m here with God 
With clothes so white and joy abroad,
Forever from this gloom.”

Right then his life was taken there,
Assuring us not to despair
Of where his soul was sent;
And now we wait upon the Lord -
While trusting Him in deed and word,
As our lives now are spent.

Copyright © Paul Ray | Year Posted 2014

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Elegy for a Drowned Child

When Death’s pale decaying fingers
Have caressed the face of beauty and lingers
For a moment to gaze on that face so pure
The innocence of the young there’s no demur
Death has no concept of age no mind to dwell
On pity or the consequences of those who fell
They rest now in Heaven’s immortal light
Where Angels shine in vestments bright
Where He who makes all things whole
Sends forth Glory to surround their soul 

In memory of all the children of refugees who drowned in the Mediterranean seeking freedom   

Copyright © David Wood | Year Posted 2015

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Death on Highway 12

Death on Highway 12
For James Gilman, c. 1970
“Among your saints give rest, O Christ,
To the souls of your servants
In a place where there is no pain or sorrow or grief
But only life everlasting.
May his memory be eternal.”
Memorial Hymn of the Greek Orthodox Church
In the white bed
Between the lanes
Wrapped in a black overcoat
A boy lies dead.
In Christmas thoughts
Hurrying across the lanes
A hiss of air
A muffled noise
Some metal distorted
A thud
A fall
A last breath.
The lights on the Christmas tree
Dimmer tonight.
A life
A Dream
All memories to cling to dearly.
This story is told by the howling wind
And smudges on the snow
My heart is made of sorrow.

Copyright © Apostolos Kizilos | Year Posted 2015

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Orphan Child

He’s living in a game
Of heart’s hide-and-seek
No he got no shelters
And yes he is very weak.

He’s living in a world
Where laughter is a fantasy
Where tears can never be hidden
Oh loneliness he felt.

Oh mother, oh father!
His heart is in need
Oh mother, oh father!
Why did you leave?

He was never in a sight
Of any mankind eyes
The ones who’s in rich
Never knew he exists.

He’d been seeking for his heart
For a love that he missed
He’d been searching for his soul
For a life he had wished

People cast their eyes on him in disgust
Oh friendship he’d got none
Their laughter shakes upon him
While his tears starts to fall.

He wanted to be where his parents are.
He wanted to know what life means
Happiness, his friend, would never come
Oh his patient disappears.

The day had sadly ended
Another day will start
But when his life had ended
Will another one start?

Oh poor little orphan
You’re the darkness in the light
Never had you got in sight
Of any mankind eyes.

Copyright © Celine Tran | Year Posted 2010

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Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2010

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Bird, bird, when would mother come back?
The pumpkin leaves is dying and our
Compound is filled by spilled blood.
Would mother ever come back again friend?
Would there be more blood in the compound?
Father has fallen, Nkechi is gone and 
The future of those living is blank.
The shrine has be dismentled and the
Walls of the compound has fallen apart
And I am all alone, alone in tears.

Child, child, mother won't be coming back.
She had gone with the breast milk and smiles.
Leave the pumpkin leaves for her own trouble
Having what matters at the time it matters is
The best child, hold those tears for your beloved country
Until the end of time in death before dishonour.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Death of my Mother


As I sat upon the ground that night,
Rain and tears streaming on my fright, 
My mother was killed within my sight.
I turned to stone, she fell dead,
The mud around her turned to red,
Her hair flowed about her head –
And me.

I dreamed last night and I could see,
A shroud of death is covering me,
Born from the sadness of memory.
In the uncharted corner of my mind,
Is a child I cannot seem to find,
Lurking between shadows – hiding behind.

In the blessed relief of the coming dawn,
I know the child will then be gone,
Back to the forest like a fleeting fawn.
Then again, with the coming night,
Arise and stand within my sight,
And return the horror and the fright, 
Of me.

Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran | Year Posted 2008

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Little Angels of Chibok

I send the busy bee my eyeful messenger
Buzzing and searching in the forests of Chibok
But not a sign of little angels of Chibok anywhere
Little angels of Chibok talk to me, where are you?
The Harmattan that whispers in the leaves
The rooster that crows to wake the world
Thump my heart with undying sweet hopes
Little angels of Chibok a sign for me, where are you?

When the sun flashes its rays through wall cracks
And the moon raises her right hand in the horizon
I see tongues of hope of your due home-coming
Little angels of Chibok, is this a dream or a reality?

My soul is like Sahel burning bush- fire on a wild tour
There is no resting place for my soul in Nigeria
When I recall your cutting smiles and piercing eyes
Little angels of Chibok, what to do with this undying love?

Your dinner chair is vacant at home every meal
Your desk is empty in examination room in Chibok
Your playmates are waiting eagerly at Chibok
Little angels of Chibok tell me in a dream, where are you?

Yes; with eyes full of tears of hope against hope
The heart fresh with life like new leaf peeping from a stem
I close my eyes and see you tearing bushes coming home 
For the God who created you for a reason is not asleep

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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You Are With a Child I am not here Anymore

Where are you brother for flesh that sizzles for me?
We ache together and cry apart in arms of lovers
Foreign to us as spirits in the air
God before man, Lovers but happy, yet hating this life
And we loved each embrace but hated the end, the beginning I died in between
In the arms of my lover, my sin, my hates face
And they whisper about things they can’t understand 
I forgot
I died, and he lies in you now
Happy little girl, happy man
And I lay way over there far away
Best stay that way
Adios, Adios amigo of Diablo
And I died there among the ashes
And I cried alone in her
And me, And I am more now not like before
Solo and he knew it, can’t claim ashes she burnt up away in the air
You can only catch piece of her, pieces of what she use to be nothing to you
Burning her in the air before a new world
Hate me please
Because she will never truly hate you like before
She saved herself from past
Where you still remain in youth in that little girl
Good bye man, Goodbye
Pick up your fallen flower and run just like before
Its best beast that’s what you like
I remember
I forgot all the good things you were 
What you said at the beginning I died at the end
And all that is left is you’re fallen flower on the floor
Damaged goods that little girl, used by all those before you
And I am not bitter why be heard beast I knew the real you she got the copy false 
eyes, liar
Oops that’s me I know nothing she knows the real you
Goodbye, Goodbye

Because he was more intelligent than her she knows nothing
Uh huh and they all remember when he left
Uh huh and she forgot and he remains now in you be happy
Carry your disease infested butt right back to the pits of hell far from her.

Cause she needs the heat and you frozen in the center of her heart
And he will melt you away just like before
Goodbye enemy of mine wrapped beneath a friend/hate
Catch you latter with that child near me
Right here
Minus the one that still hurts!!!

Copyright © Toya Williams | Year Posted 2006

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Each Precious Child

Each child is so precious,
  A treasure more than gold – 
Each child is here to cherish,
  To guide, to love, to hold.

A simple gaze into their eyes,
  And we see what we could have been -
And they look at us to find a glimpse
  Of what life has in store for them.

Although we may never comprehend  
  Why God calls them home to Him,
For we would never, ever be ready
  To let them go, we would rather go instead.

Since we cannot journey with them,
  Their memories are our saving grace,
We will hold on to them forever,
  As they become are our “Healing Place”.

So celebrate each and every moment,
  With each and every precious child,
And capture them in your memory,
  May their strength forever be your Guide.

Copyright © Meridy Petricciolli | Year Posted 2005

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Where are you 
You do not come to me 
When I call your name 
How long shall I wait 
I walk alone in the shadows 
Where only the moon shines bright 
Will you be my guide 
I stood there 
In this place 
And knelt 
And wept 
Sweet child 
I wish to drink you in 
I wish to feel your cheek 
Upon my lips 
My arms are vacant 
Where you once lay 
Empty lullabies 
I hear them still 
Sweet memory 
Comes to me at last 
You are near 
We dance and sing 
Precious child 
You are mine forever 
My heart is full of pain 
It weeps child 
Where are you

Copyright © lisa verdon | Year Posted 2007

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Christmas Eve;
mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
(forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready for exposure.)
Crows squawk a chorus in a leaden sky
and there's a sprinkling of snow
as mourners cluster black and white
like so many stoic penguins
round the gaping wound of earth.
The box so tragically small reverberates,
sealing the fate of one taken 
too early from the fight. 

Well-wishers scatter to their cars,
start up their cell phones, return 
to Saturdays spent manicuring lawns 
and custom fingernails.

Bereft of a daily blueprint,
her aching loss too new for time 
to render any pleasure, still 
she has her novels and her neighbors,
her crosswords and her cat
and a pain deep in her heart 
for which there is no measure.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016

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Elegy of a Pellet Victim

now I cannot see
the color of my clothes I wear everyday
now I cannot see
how my brother looks as a groom.
the color of my world is lost,
my eyes don’t see (now)
except darkness
for I dared to ask for my right- freedom.
I am the only one whose eyes can’t see, I thought
till I saw my comrades in the same line holding sticks
our oppressor will be happy to give us this gift, I think
neither I can recognize my friends, nor they can see me
for being sightless, I cannot play with my friends:
can’t join them when they call
the arena, where I’ve spent my whole childhood
has now become a strange place for me
I remember those days, when I used to write my personal diary
now it seems, my eyes have betrayed me in writing my ordeal
those desires and aims which I had, have lost their value now.
now it seems, “to survive in darkness has taken birth as my new ambition”

Copyright © Khan Ansur | Year Posted 2017

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How did you leave me my dear mom
When I am not able to open my eyes in the wee hours
As a tender child or a bud not blown to blossoming tacts 
You made a departure that suited your fame
Now I am alone and aloof waiting for your fresh smiles

When a mother tends her children to the school
Fondling sweetly their heads with affection
Tears roll down into deep wells and streaming rivers
Making my heart wait for an ocean of sympathy from you

When a mother kisses her child with joy and delight
While he/she returns home safely with smiling stakes

My lips some how go dry as if a drought of despair ruled the heart

Who can dare to wet them my dear mom when you are absent once for all from 
the earth

No doubt father tried all ways always to shower concern and care
Yet his hands can’t replace your tender ones’ kindness

I dream about you and feel high to submit my progress charts
Both academically and administratively in all my acts and deeds

Copyright © PURUSHOTHAMA RAO RAVELA | Year Posted 2006

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Untitled #185 / To my child who never was

To my child who never was,
I apologize
I swear I fought for you,
but I could not bring you forth alone
perhaps it is best that you
will continue to breathe in the void
and never taste the pain
of this violent earth

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

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The Picture

Look at her
So happy and alive
Not knowing the child should be 3 months
The one she couldn't have

The only tether to life
Another child of 3

can't die yet
Must live by rote

Aching to be her once again
The picture falls from my hand

Copyright © Marissa Reale | Year Posted 2008