Author: poetryfest

As Americans Do
Oct 8, 2020 By Hara @ http://www.PoemsIvewritten.wordpress.com

Oh how I’ve run before
Generational trauma
of a persecuted race
FEAR of FAILURE
FEAR of REJECTION
FEAR of JUDGEMENT
FEAR of SHAME
FEAR of GUILT
No matter the anxiety
no matter
Three train whistles blow
AND I THINK
It must be a message for me
to go to bed NOW
to QUIET DOWN
to BEHAVE Normally
As an American would.

NOVEMBER 28, 2020 ~ THE POPE ~ EDIT”DAY 50~GOD BLESS MR FLOYD”

Today is Day fifty and it’s only about one..Let’s talk about the injustice upon Mr Floyd that has been done..While screaming I can’t breathe..Makes a sworn officer press harder on his neck with his knee..I am neither Latino Asian Black or White..I’m simply human..and this murder is not right..On the ground he layed..helpless while handcuffed pleading for his life..this is only met with more force..As he paid with his life..An officer of the law..Didn’t care how many people saw..It’s time to stop this senseless crime..Nobody will ever win..If only judged. by the color of ones skin..To the family of Mr Floyd..Let us hope justice is served..For he deserves nothing less..And to all in your family..as well as Mr Floyd..God bless..A sickening way for Day 50 to come in and then be done..Next up is Day 51….

Betrayal was your truth, Getting caught the real mistake,
Forgiving was my duty, I nurtured a human snake.

Your magnificent body, You wrapped around my throat,
I watched silently, So you complete your master stroke.

Before you strangle me, I let my throat explode.
From mine came out truth, And all yours slowly erode.

Your over confident voice, Suddenly was just faint mumbles,
You believed you had me fooled, I had your lies listed in numbers.

Panicked planning escape, You attacked me with my flaws.
But my heart was already powder, Which I used to sharpen my claws.

Claws that I dug, Deeper in your hollow chest,
Surprised there wasn’t a heart, I put my heart to rest.

– Vaishali Dhiman

My mask will start cracking and soon you will know,
My mask will start breaking and soon it will show,
I’m not really happy, it’s all been an act,
I’m only pretending, and now my mask’s cracked,
You’ll see how my sadness has torn me apart,
You’ll know my joy was fake from the very start.

I will have to hide it, from those who will care,
I need to conceal it, leave you unaware,
I’ll make me a new mask, yeah, that’s what I’ll do,
I’ll make me a new mask to hide from you,
I’ll start with the smile, I’ll make it all bright,
So you never notice my lack of delight.

Then I’ll make the eyes and they’ll twinkle like stars,
I’ll wear longer sleeves so they cover my scars,
I’ll also add glasses to go with the eyes,
I am very proud of my brand new disguise,
I hope you won’t notice how much I am trying,
To make it all seem like inside I’m not dying,
To make you believe my happiness is true,
To make you believe that, instead of the truth,

The truth is I’m dead, have been for a few years,
The truth is I go to sleep drowning in tears,
The truth is sometimes I just wish I would jump,
And then I wouldn’t have to live in this dump,
The truth is you’re the only one who still cares,
The truth is that’s why I want you unaware,
Of all of this pain and of my broken heart,
That I knew I could never fix from the start.

So thank you, my friend, for always being there,
So thank you, my friend, just for showing you care,
So thank you, my friend, thanks for helping me smile,
So thank you, my friend, our friendship was worthwhile.
But I must be leaving, no, I cannot stay,
I’m sorry, I wish that it wasn’t this way,
Just know that I love you and I always will,
And if you forget me, I will love you still.

Poets blog: https://interstellarpoetry.wordpress.com/

(The genres are: Dark, Painful, Rhyme, and Sad)

Genre: Inspirational, Society, Motivational

You tried to be different but you
were alone, like
a leper,
in the wilderness.

It didn’t feel like the whole world
was not treating you right, but the
hatred seemed evident.

They failed to realize that unlike
the three Wise Men
following a star, you
were a man
following
a dream –
your dream.

© aoLIADI

Because my love nest had gaps and furrows
Time plucked the straws and sticks one by one,
When I tried to soar beyond in the sky of hope
Shot down mid-way I was, by a selfish someone.

I tried to nurse my love with lucre and lust
Sheltering it in the golden hedges of faith,
But life was unkind,storms of doubts and dismay
Scattered the feathers of hope,leaving me a wraith .

The happiness lasted only a few summers
While the nest was in the alcove of a tree
But the hunter smelt the aroma of burnt flesh
And aimed an arrow to set my love’s wings free.

Amen, I prayed and let the tides of wind blow

Before you fell, I caught your body in the flow.

Read Poem: Tiptoeing Elephants, by John Hansen

Why do people take offence
so easily these days?
It seems that almost everything
offends in certain ways.

No matter what is said or done,
written or expressed,
someone somewhere, who knows why,
will be visibly distressed.

There once was something called “free speech”
where opinions could be shared.
Conflicting views were called debates,
feelings respected, but not spared.

Most people, then, could take a joke
and share one in return.
It wasn’t seen as bullying,
and the world was not so stern.

Ethics always seemed quite clear,
don’t be unjustly cruel,
but if you made a dumb remark
you’d be called out as a fool.

People stood for elders,
pregnant women, or infirmed,
when riding on the train or bus.
an etiquette easily learned.

Men opened doors for women,
and let them enter first.
But chivalry’s now forgotten,
it’s a relic of the past.
When did people grow so soft,
can’t take some joke in jest?
Especially if it’s said in fun
and no insult is meant.

Now almost everything you say
will be dissected word for word
to find something derogatory,
or race or gender slurred.

I don’t know how it came to this,
it’s all just gone too far.
The rules we had in place for years
fell well below this bar.

Some even want to change the text
In classic literature,
so it won’t offend the snowflakes,
so sensitive and pure.

Now, you better take such care,
don’t write that, let it pass,
or someone may take you to court
And sue your sorry ass.

Well, I’m sorry I can’t do that,
wrongs can’t be just ignored.
Society has swung too far.
Too much has been outlawed.

It is a writer’s solemn duty
to tell the truth he sees.
Inform the lost and blinded
who can’t see the forest for the trees.

Everyone has rights I know,
But not to the extreme
where the majority must tiptoe
like elephants through cream.

By John Hansen 2020

I’ve never really been good at expressing my emotions.

But I know you love me I get that notion.

And I know, you know that I love you too.

Though I’ve never been good with saying

in words, how I feel about you.

My heart in the past was ripped from my chest.

But you’ve put it back in its place now I can attest.

You’ve helped me be a better man,

And I’m glad my dear that you understand

… and love me for me.

Not again
you can bring back the liveliest
how the big bang was.
when the only

space stretched in nothingness
for the incipiency of infinite. the time,
nothing was of consequence and
certainly not trivial. owing to galaxy trace
laid in the spiral arm, the fire in the forest, smoke.
a bubble breathing indoors.
for you, a diffuse, just a diffuse of gas, dusty but beautiful. the milky mist whirling a blend for a universe, clouds collapsing in the core of a nest-like interstellar―a born star.
the glitter of pearls unearthing the shell,
the ripples in water when tumbled a stone
a butterfly drifting colors flowerets to flowerets.

but to me, a glimpse. glare to the radiations
gushing out of a cloud,
star, not a star?
not a star, still a star.
an oyster’s pearl, her pain turned into a jewel,
grains of dust debris endowed by an injured soul.
the stone tumbling into blues, ocean’s bottom.
a skinned cocoon not a butterfly but a worm.

―Kartik Prajapat

Sometimes in life,

We read various love stories,
We watch love story in movies.
We meet thousands of people
In our walk of life.
Our path cross the path of various people,
Many people enter our circle of life.
And yet, none of them,
Not even a single of these people,
Not any of these love stories
Touch us; move us nor change us.

And then we read some love stories,
And then we watch some love movies.
We found ourselves growing into them;
Laughing when they laugh;
Crying when they cry.
And then we meet one person,
And our path crosses the path of one person.
Then that one person steps into our circle of life,
And the person gives meaning to our life.
The person moves and touches our life remarkably.
The person changes our life forever.

The End.

Genres: Friendship, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Motivational, Relationships, Romantic.