Two people that I love the most Are standing on two different shores, And I am stranded in between, Trying to mend a quiet war.
Avery looks me in the eyes And tells me , "You shouldn't have to be in the middle of this." But how can I just walk away And pretend that I am blind, When every harsh and heavy word Leaves both of them behind?
Liyah feels the distance grow, She thinks that Avery’s moved along, Traded years of memories For a place where he belongs. She sees him take up all the space, She feels forgotten in the shade, Watching from a step behind At every plan they ever made.
I know the truth of how it goes— I’ve seen how Avery tries to reach, Inviting her to come along, To walk beside us in the halls. But when he shows up in the frame, The distance starts to slowly grow Avery drifts into his pace, And Liyah lets her footsteps slow.
It’s not as simple as a fault, It’s heavy feelings misaligned. I want to protect Liyah's heart, So I keep what I see inside. I cannot pick a side to take, I cannot turn and walk away, So I will stand right in the middle, Hoping love will find a way.
I do the washing
i don't say anything
I half to cook
& I wont talk back
The mom
mame'
the wife
Ms. Sheila
I do it all
every night
everyday
it never gets old
when I'm nervous
I take pills
he hits the wall
It never fails
He's dad
He's mad as hell
He wont stop
he is a husband
I carry the rings
I needle alone
Where are the kids
in the rom?
We must accomplish more
We are never separated
when will it stop
when he is gone'
That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'
Everyone walks around
carrying on their shoulders
a heap of sorrow
the sorrow
of so many things
never attained
the sorrow
of so many things
that never came to be
Inside every heart
a tragic tale
playing out
in the drama
unfolding within
someone is wounded
someone defeated
someone is fighting
in silence
within
Are we all
seeking the strange happiness
of becoming
a tragic hero?
Beneath the words, I hear you say.
Above my skin, the price I pay.
Up into the sky, I looked.
Down my eyes, the life you took.
Within my heart, the ache will stay.
Beyond your touch, I fade away.
Written: September 9, 2026 for a contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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I filled the night’s chalice with knots of desire,
we dance through the darkness, a duet of fire.
It rains red roses, riots of love ignite,
the midnight stars groove to our souls’ delight.
Let’s share our ardor with the moon’s soft beams,
hands joined, lives twined, eternal as our dreams.
I love how deep your eyes are
and the spark they have in them
I love how big and your smile is
and the way it gets me
I love your thick, dark and curly hair
and how they move with you
I love your delicate soft hands
and how warm they are when you hug me
I love how caring you are
and always ask how I am doing
but above all i love the feeling i have
when I am around you
and even the feeling i have
when I think about the fact
that I’am never going to have you
but I’m always going to love you
Jaun Elia:
She came to my grave with her new beloved,
Who says that one cannot be burned after being buried?
Mohit Rahinj:
I did not die among the people of this world,
Someone killed me.
It was my beloved’s ploy,
A conspiracy to burn me even after burying me.
She did not let me live while I was alive,
Nor did she let me depart in peace after death.
She is burning me even after I have died,
She is not letting me find peace even after death.
She did not let me live when I was alive,
And when I was on my way to paradise, she did not let me go.
She is still burning me even after death,
Look at all the things my beloved is doing for me.
My beloved, you have already taken my life,
Now, must I surrender my words to you as well?
AHOY!
It’s not a foregone conclusion,
but a stinging reality: Even porcupines
master love, without making pain
a subsidiary organism:-
Though the pain of love's waves
may froth ashore, waves will recede
and froth will eventually dissipate
with healing evaporation: Leaving a sea
of memories floating on the ocean of life:-
Thoughtfully watered, always keep in mind,
you’re the captain of your soul, and
the blown wind in its sail:- And remember,
though docked and anchored, you can still
set sails for tomorrow—getting ready today:-
Ahoy, Matey! Be in winds of sailing grace:-
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ my quest of happiness seem vain?
Disdain.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Jealousies.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Absence.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for my grief
Where shall I turn to seek relief,
When hope on every side lies slain
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the prime cause of all my woe ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Love.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
If that be so, I but await
The stroke of a resistless fate,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
What must I do to find a remedy?
Die.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Change.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Madness.
If that be so, it is but folly
To seek a cure for melancholy:
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes)
To let my heart at ease,
I let the squeaky wheel get the grease.
Two wheels held up the very same cart,
While I wore thin and slowly fell apart.
Told that caring wasn't your love's part,
You mastered to hit the heart with a dart.
The silences you gave me were so loud,
Guess I was just a dot in your crowd.
You used me, bruised me, left me unseen,
Too weak to ask what my wounds could mean.
Now cart is yours, so go your way,
No one is left to sway.
Submitted for the alliterisen poem contest hosted by
Joseph May
Hurting hearts need tender touches
Sweet whispered words and compassionate care
Patient pauses loving looks
Devoted dressings with gentle jests
Helpful hands for broke bones
From morning's mist to night's nesting
Woundings wane as loving lingers
wear this tiara of tears, weep veiled stars
O wedded Hina of heart ~
falling in l o v e
again …
contest : the numbers game
sponsor : Nette Onclaud
date when my quill cradled this kimo; 6.09.26
—Where the Verb Fell—
Forgive me, honey; I was beguiled
by love’s high masque, and thought my soul might rise;
yet “falling” was the word that fate compiled
beneath the honey’d treason of thine eyes.
I fell—and with me fell the sovereign mind
that once could bridle blood and master fate;
my wisdom, armed against all humankind,
lay disarray’d and supplicant at thy gate.
The sages cried, “Hold horses!”—yet I rushed
where angels pause, and heard my reason’s knell;
love, which should crown me, left my spirit crushed,
and made a velvet vacancy of hell.
So let the phrase stand: I fell in love—and fell;
no gain ascended from that fall but hell.
So, the pieces will not fit like they’re supposed to
So, the puzzle isn’t looking like it should.
So, as usual, you bang it with your hammer
Though you know the use of force won’t do much good.
So, you rant and rage and scream and pout and pace across the floor
Then you wonder why my suitcase stands there ready by the door…
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
So, the trip won’t justify the destination
So, the means won’t bring you your desired ends.
So, it’s better, in your mind, to just stop trying.
‘Tis much better to just break than try to bend.
Why do you place me mentally in the box called enemy
Just to wonder why I dream of breaking out and flying free…
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
So, you’re begging me to stay while daring me to up and go
Then you wonder why, so late at night, I’m sneaking out the door.
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
I held the secret that you spoke,
Before the fragile promise broke.
You traded truth to play the game,
And denied the whisper of my name.
You chose the crowd, you chose the lie,
To hide behind a masked reply.
But secrets heavy as a stone
Are no longer mine to carry alone.
I will not bend for fake regret,
Or waste my heart on what you'd forget.
Let the rumors burn and turn to dust,
I am taking back my trust.
The silence clears, the sting is past,
I step away—free at last.
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