NOVEMBER 2022
Rightly so, the poppies flood
Early in the winter sky
Merrily stood in field, and this
Existence of mine has passed by
Maybe they'd watch us contend
But are authorities ever sober?
Early now, in Winter's sky
Realise how they owed her
Unwillingly ignorant to the loss, they'll be
Scorching their retinas, a veil of red
Categories:
unwillingly, conflict, england, grief, in
Form: Acrostic
Perhaps in wanting to understand
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained
In those bylanes in order to explain
We study, observe dissect
Practise reductionism to the last atom
After that when the head rises up again
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost
It sees natural vastness
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion
Having played with the tiniest
It has lost the power to comprehend
The abundance of which is only a part
Categories:
unwillingly, freedom,
Form: Free verse
How can you connect with someone who's just not there?
Like you can sense their presence but all it is is air
The life of a ghost isn't easy
No one notices when you begin to feel sick and queasy
You unwillingly lie with a smile
It takes a while
But you begin to feel the numb
Of the loneliness that you can't overcome
You start to accept that this is life
You are a ghost and here is your knife
It's blurry but you remember the girl with a smile
A true one that you haven't seen in a while
The life of a ghost is hard
You're a shell of the past, just a shard
You feel alone
Even when the voices follow you home
It's the curse
You've been getting worse
The waters rise
So you tell more lies
You try to get more out, try to say
That the words get stuck day after day
In the waters of pain
They drown words; I don't know what they gain
They feed on the soul
Who knows their goal
Where does it end?
How can you mend?
The truth is the life of a ghost is sad
But instead I'll say it's not that bad
You get used to it. Well, most
Hello to our new ghost
Categories:
unwillingly, 12th grade, anxiety, depression,
Form: Rhyme
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.
What catches my wandering eye
is that one of those ruined effigies
is a fair facsimile of myself.
He (a god/king of some minor something),
looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly
his sour mien.
At last, I am processed meekly
back onto the tour bus, where predictably,
my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.
Categories:
unwillingly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Spring did not want to appear
as winter kept her nice and warm
covered by his coat of white
it was to comfortable to wake up
it meant work for her
she had gotten to comfortable
the trees began to bud slowly
upset with spring unwillingness
the flower bulbs peeked out
wondering what was keeping spring
the sun shone brightly to wake her
so slowly she decided enough
unwillingly she cast her warmth
upon the earthly orb
spring became awake
Categories:
unwillingly, spring,
Form: Personification
trapped in bondage
walked through doors unwillingly....
emotions work free
Categories:
unwillingly, abuse, psychological, work,
Form: Senryu
What a beautiful person she is—
her hair soft,
a slight smile resting on her face.
But can they see the shadows that haunt her?
Can they see the darkness
hidden behind her eyes?
She is stunning—
bold, and utterly unique.
Yet here she lies,
unwillingly waiting
for the moment when everything
can no longer be denied.
She longs to fight—
to scream with her own voice,
to finally stand for herself.
But when she looks in the mirror,
all she sees is hopelessness
and unfulfilled dreams.
Thoughts flood her mind,
drifting from what once was
to the quiet terror of a single question:
How can she not know the person
staring back at her?
No one asked about the curve of her smile,
or the fall of her hair.
The first question should have always been—
What beauty built her?
What fire made her who she is?
Categories:
unwillingly, depression, feelings, how i
Form: Free verse
Thinning wind around your ankles,
rusted wings cant fly, but walk,
welcome to this resentment once more,
life and death, where do we go,
willingly or unwillingly, here we are
why not just try, go away for some time,
if you decide to stay, take your life
give it away, someone has done the same,
for you, for me , for all of us,
understanding this underground
free market of souls, the cost
of living six feet under,
the cost of living above,
its all the same at the end.
Categories:
unwillingly, death, devotion, dream, home,
Form: Free verse
In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions.
I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and emotions,
that consuming means transforming, changing essence into silence,
but every night, I wake with a mouth full of unbelieved prayers,
as if my soul seeks to speak unshared truths.
And yet, within this dance of shadows and unlived memories,
I struggle with the ghosts of those words that never belonged to me,
I am an alchemist of my own conscience, seeking to find gold,
in the ashes of promises I never understood, only swallowed.
I place these relics under the pale light of introspection, seeking healing,
but each rattle is a reminder of transformation through forced silence,
and I wonder if I will ever be able to release these captive words,
or if my heart will remain a reliquary of eternal melancholy.
Categories:
unwillingly, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
For months, a poem was written a day
To serve as keeping my diary.
Wanted to stop at the end of a simple, pure and fun filling friendship.
For a while, my feelings and my writing headed different direction.
That caused me headache and panic.
Soon, I regretted for not letting my inner thoughts,
To flow as freely as it should be.
For suppressed my feelings unwillingly.
On top of that, I had no idea how to release my mind,
How to freely share my writing to mankind.
Then, one fine day in early this year,
After six months waiting and hoping,
Came along someone, who introduced Poetrysoup.com to me,
Somehow, it was like he answered my prayer,
And be my writing rescuer.
He also installed the relevant Apps,
And fully explained how to use it.
Then, all of the sudden, a thought of history would repeat.
Just like all other arts I currently pursuing,
It was initially inspired by someone with lots of fun,
But it ended up to entertain many others but the idea creator.
The new year just came around from the corner.
Am I heading to another disaster?
Dear God, please help me and take away all my sins.
If I ever did anything wrong, I honestly did not mean to do it.
Categories:
unwillingly, fate, feelings, goodbye, hello,
Form: Free verse
The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.
What catches my wandering eye is that this one ruined effigy
is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king
of some minor something), looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly that sour mien.
At last I am processed meekly back onto the tour bus,
where predictably, my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.
Categories:
unwillingly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Study from bee
You will see: Mercy and Unity
In a safe bed hole
Mother feeds baby bee
Feed on pretty flowers
After absorbing the pollen
Leave flowers without stains.
Help breed future flowers.
Take home, sweet food,
To produce honey: A nutritional value
Sometimes, somehow,
Man unwillingly commits something,
With a lack of consciousness.
Categories:
unwillingly, insect, life, men,
Form: Free verse
We stand a few feet from the battering, foaming waves,
they can foretell if hail or rain is coming to scatter us...
as we run for cover to the beach house color rust;
should we wait for those swollen clouds to bust?
To get frightened is to imagine an immediate evacuation,
or even an illusional mirage from deadly hydration;
peacefulness is the narration of unrealistic writers,
not of the cautious fishermen securing their rocking boats!
Any other day along this crowded and vibrant bay all comes alive
with this sweet song, " Be mindful of today, tomorrow is unknown. "
How true it sounds to our ears when notes and voices thrive;
we look beyond this small island: so endless seems the clear horizon!
Storms may come and go, but the scenery remains intact;
people who were born here and built their homes, stay here:
unless they are forced by dire reasons, they'll unwillingly leave:
someone says," My grandad built this house with excessive sweat! "
Categories:
unwillingly, allusion, anxiety, home, irony,
Form: Rhyme
Head is heavy with the load of pressure,
The pressure that I bought unwillingly.
A burden passed from hands I trust,
Now rests on me, relentlessly.
They say it's life, this endless fight,
To pay the debts that hold me tight.
Each step I take, a sigh of pain,
And every dream, a fading light.
Once I walked with hopes held high,
But now I stumble, wonder why.
The weight of bills, the cost of time,
Leaves me drowning in a silent cry.
Middle-class dreams, now feel so far,
Crushed beneath this heavy bar.
I wear a smile, though deep inside,
I'm lost in waves I can't outride.
Depression whispers in my ear,
You'll never win, it's all too near.
I long for peace, but find despair,
In every shadow, every stare.
I didn’t ask for this, nor choose,
The life where I was born to lose.
But still I stand, though frail and small,
Fighting debts that never fall.
Perhaps one day, I’ll rise above,
With strength unknown, and unseen love.
But for now, I carry on,
In a world where hope seems almost gone.
Categories:
unwillingly, anxiety, betrayal, change, dark,
Form: Free verse
The summer sun shines brightly, Rooster invites the day light loudly, The boy removes the blanket finally.
His mother calls him angrily, He runs into the restroom swiftly , And wears the school uniform slowly.
The school bus comes casual,
He steps into the bus unwillingly , It has been done daily as usual.
Categories:
unwillingly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
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