Author: poetryfest

Press On!

God won’t let these tears fall from my eyes .

No matter how much I want to fucking break down and cry.

Just wanna better myself and give my son the world

But damn ! I’m just one fucking girl

I know I ain’t the 1st single mom out there

I know there’s people that have it worst off then me

I’m just tryna take care of business

But this fucking devil keeps pushing me

Most of the time I feel alone

Most of the time I’m all on my own

But I try not to let it show

Damn how much more can I take though?

I haven’t turned to drugs,didn’t want the easy way out

But in the back of my mind , should I try it out

Pop a pill,
Drink away the pain
Drown in my sorrow

FUCK!

Who else can I blame?

No matter how dark these thoughts are I know I can’t do that ,

I love my son and I know I gotta be the BEST I can be , for him

and

for ME!

I won’t let the bad outweigh me

I’m WAY to strong

So I’ll continue to be strong and Press on!

Writing Poetry for The Times That Are In It Avoid the polemic, the rant, the bromide be all you can be avoid the hackneyed phrase the weak-kneed phrase the self-consciously poetic line the moon, a pale orb in the evening sky never call the moon “an orb” never call the sun “a fiery ball” […]

Writing Poetry for The Times That Are In It (more unsolicited advice) — Stopdraggingthepanda

Here is a reflection on how writing poetry has nourished my faith in these challenging times, and deepened my encounters with scripture.

How Writing Poetry Has Deepened My Spiritual Life — My Pastoral Ponderings

6.Tips: On beginning writing – poetry For being a poet, one must read, listen and enjoy good poetry. That gives the aspirant a general idea about poetry and inspires him/her to try to write. He/she learns about the nature, content, form and other elements of poetry. In a poem, the poet expresses his/her feelings and emotions […]

6 Tips: On beginning writing – poetry — Creative Expressions

I Love Writing Poetry I love writing poetryPoetry can be writtenAnytime, anywhereWords are everywhereWaiting to be put togetherChanged and alteredTo write new meanings andNew imageryWaking upIn the middle of the nightAnd making notes of imagesPossible lines and titlesHandwriting the poemReviewing itFor spelling and grammarReading it out loudLetting it brew for a timeFinal check and any […]

I Love Writing Poetry — Walt’s Writings

October breathed poetry —       beautiful and glowing.   — ~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891   — painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper

october breathed poetry. — I didn’t have my glasses on….

The above self written quote “Live to learn, Learn to dream, Live to dream ” simply tells that learning and dreaming is where the essence of living lies. If you live, you have to learn and to dream you have to live. Hope you enjoyed this piece! I am back after quote a long time […]

“Live to learn, Learn to dream, Dream to live. ” ~Kavya Gupta — Poetry, Art and Quotes

Genre: Inspirational
Writer: berniceblogs

her scars are more beautiful
than the summer’s bloom

her broken face
once hidden in the night
shines brighter than the
yellow buds of spring

she’s exhausted
sweating as she face the
heat of the morning sun

but still,
she chooses to wake up

she chose to live
and fight every
weakening day

her scars became the
stars of her own sky

like tiny little sparkling dusts
painted all over her

she’s beautiful
and strong
that’s what she is

to others, she’s wilting
but to her, she’s growing
slowly, beautifully

and she knew one day
she’ll rise
and blossom
forever more

Fifteen years of age
Five years ago
I walked alone at the Stewartstown Park
Little, did I know I’m not supposed to go to the dark forest
I mind my business until I met Him
Met him, twenty years of age
Five years ago
Came out of nowhere hypnotizing me with his smoky eyes and a glittering crooked smile
He spoke with me with charm
Telling me to go to the Dark Forest with him
A dark, mysterious forest
I shook my head and said “No.”
I don’t want to go to the Dark Forest
Where demons demonizing me and animals feeding my flesh
He had tricks to show me he said
What tricks?
A magic trick that will make me disappear like a Houdini Act
or a Kaladesh trick
I went into the forest with him
It wasn’t the trick I thought it would be.
He kept grasping and pushing to me the ground
He pulled my legs apart by force and spread them
Showing off my parts
Trying to put my legs between mines
I tried to scream but I couldn’t
He covers my mouth with his filthy hand
Covering my breath hole so I don’t say a word
I should’ve listened to my guts
Maybe none of this wouldn’t happen
He took it hard on me
Stripping’ me down
Putting’ his hand down inside my underpants Allowing a grown man to touch I’m better off dead than living
What can you do?
You’re young
It’s your fault
Now here I am
I stay in the Dark Forest waiting to be torture again
Or animals watch me than feeding on my flesh
Here I am in the dark forest I stay with my tears
Shedding down through my warm cheeks
Looking up at the grey sky waiting for the rain to fall
Please let the rainfall on this dark, gloomy forest
So I can feel the rain feel my pain
And hear my cry
Are they my comforts?
My comfort to keep me safe in the dark forest
Washing away the blood of my legs
Draining the tears off my eyes
Flooding the whole darkest forest to a tropical rainforest
Rain falls hard in this dark cold forest
I stay in the rain letting the rain be my tears
Yet again I have no fear
I touch every raindrop at the palm of hands wondering if God is crying with me
He knows my pain
He sees my pain
He knows I’m in the dark forest crying my eyes out
Hurt and abused
The rain stops.
Does he know?
Looking back now
Fifteen years of age
Five years ago
Fast forward
No justice made for my pain, my suffering, and my innocence

Spring days like this

Bring to mind brightly Oxford,

May Day, the Thames

Its murky waters put to shame

By the green, grassy banks rolling,

Sloping gently towards her

The open doors of the many

Pubs beckoned and we answered

eagerly to their gritty come-ons

and whiskey whispers

to stagger over the Folly Bridge

six pints full

Your tight wire act amusing

Even after the silence

Then the splash

As you tumbled off and in.

© Erik Hansen 2020