Forgot Poems

WHERE THE SUN FORGOT TO RISE

There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke

Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones

Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry

No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands, 
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand

They queue for crumbs and bleed

The room where God forgot his name

A chair remained,
still warm from unfinished prayers,
but no one, no one dared to touch it.

The cross on the wall
did not gaze upon the world,
but had pierced itself inward,
as if the Lord,
ashamed by so much silence,
had withdrawn into the bone of the wood.

Whispers
no longer descended gently,
but dripped heavily, like a sentence,
from the damp ceiling,
without light,
without deliverance,
without

Forgot Who I Was

I walk like a secret the world used to know
A hush in my heart where the sunlight won’t go
I smile out of habit, not out of light
And dream in grayscale when i used to dream bright

I’m stitched from thunder and stories half-told
Soft in my silence, but fierce in my hold
I carry a grief that has

The Boy the World Forgot

He came into the world without a sound.
No hands reached out to hold his fragile head.
The nurse just wrote his name and walked away-
A child born to silence, not to songs.

His mother stared through windows into rain.
His father left before he knew his name.
He learned that asking meant you’d not be heard.
He learned that love

When Leadership Forgot Her Name

Leadership once stood so tall,
But lost her spine along the hall.
No knocks, no words, just silent calls—
She wiped away the names on walls.

Silence sits—a secret scribe,
Whispers soft, commands prescribe.
No voice to speak, no hand to shake,
Just shadows where the echoes break.

Respect once tried to find her place,
But Ego barred her from the space.
He strode in

WE FORGOT RACISM TO REMEMBER SLAVERY

AS THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS GATHER SLAVE DECENDANTS TO BE LYNCHED OVER AND OVER AGAIN SIMPLY BECAUSE PETER GARGANO WAS FIRCED TO FAKE HIS DEATH TO COVER DRUG SMUGGLERS FROM MILWAUKEE TO COVER CAR BOMBS IGNITING MY FACE I AM TRULY BLESSED MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND IS INDEED MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR WE FORGOT RACISM

Donald Trump: The Prince Who Forgot the People

O Donald Trump, your crown was earned
By chants of hope from those who yearned.
They dreamed you'd end the endless fight,
And lead them from the dying night.

You rose not as a common name—
But as a symbol wrapped in flame.
“Make America great,” you cried,
Yet truth and action soon divide.

For bombs still fall in lands afar,
And peace lies

The voice I once forgot was mine

I was married,
but to me, it wasn’t marriage.
It was poverty-induced—
a fate sealed by hunger and silence.

I was an orphan,
taken in by my mother’s brother—
the uncle who accepted
that I could live with him.
But he was abusive,
an emotional robber.
He broke the seal of my womanhood
when I was just into the third of the teenage years.

Long story short—
he

I almost forgot how you felt

I saw you before you saw me.
Still walk the same.
Still carry the world
like it owes you something.

And just like that—
a flood of years
came rushing through a single glance.

We hugged.
God, that hug.
Longer than polite,
shorter than what I needed.

We sat,
coffee between us
like a buffer,
but your eyes still knew too much.

You made me laugh.
Too easily.
Like my body remembered
what

before voices stepped in

I can’t remember who I was,
before voices other than mine stepped in.

I think I wanted to be
a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten—
a line or two still hums when I dream.

I think I wanted to be
a fashion designer, my first sketches—
heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder.

I think I wanted to be
a writer,

My heart is a bird that forgot to migrate

Fly, bird, why don't you fly away?
And the bird still stays
Even though it knows its a bad place to be

The bird's stuck there
Because its the only place it knows where to go
The only place it'll call home

And it knows there's somewhere
It can go and be safe
And the bird will like it

But it can't.
It wonders what

When the Light Forgot Me

I whispered your name
into the bruise of the storm
and it whispered back
like it missed me too.

Your voice—
I remember it
like warmth
I no longer deserve.

They keep telling me
the sky is clearing,
but I am rain.
I am always rain.

And when I tried
to let you go,
my fingers bled
from the holding.

When the Sun Forgot to Sleep

The sun arose with reckless cheer,
And burned away the last of fear—
No clock could chain the golden skies,
No rule could still the fireflies.

Bare feet chased dreams down alleyways,
As time dissolved in honeyed haze.
The world, unbuttoned, sang out loud—
A symphony without a crowd.

The madness bloomed in fields of flame,
Where poppies whispered each one’s name.
The trees danced

I Forgot

Oh dear! Oh dear! What is this?
Something seems to be amiss
Before so sure was I
But now am left to wonder why
For what compelled my short sojourn
Has left me now in but a turn
For in the span from there to here
All thought for naught has disappeared

I forgot what this poem was originally about 28-03-25

Life hums with haste - the clock hands fly
thoughts slip past, clouds in the sky
like chalk on a rain-slick slate,
like the stars through a tremulous haze.

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