Category: 2018 Poetry

Read Poetry by Tory Edana Talbott

I let the car take me wherever,
Without the slightest of care,
I let the road slip behind me,
And you remained here,
While I was there,
So far from you and the sun,
And its moon,
And the sea.

I had no thought of what to do,
So I cut myself with words,
And I let them bleed,
And bleed.
Not a soul could erase them,
They remained engraved within the year,
I moved the ones who read them,
As they shivered in fear,
And wept salty tears.

And even though we slipped through my fingers,
Staining my palms,
You still remained close and you sang me,
Your song.

You brought me back to face time and its keeper,
You reminded me that love makes you stronger,
Not weaker.

So I took a trip to see a tree,
With glorious lights,
So much greater than me;

I could almost hear the angels sing,
But then I told myself,
There’s no such thing.

But who am I to say,
That God does not decide,
The things we become,
Just before the day we die?

Who am I to call the dreams and schemes,
Of all the demons at play,
Are faked to make the bible,
Just a home for the lost to stay?

The car in which I ride,
Finally arrives,
And I meet my doctor,
For the first time,
In such a long while,
He tells me not to die so young,
Kid, you’re still just a child.

– written by Tory Edana Talbott

(genres: dark, love, inspirational, motivational)

Read Poem: BEAUTY LIKE MARILYN MONROE, by Mantri Mark

You are glamorous, hale and healthy

Tall, beautiful and mind-blowing

A charming face and sparkling eyes

A beautiful parrot nose ǁ

Good ears with a diamond studded rings

Smart speaking mouth with lipstick on

The best structure ever created by the Lord

Smooth and shining lengthy arms ǁ

Beautiful legs similar to Himalayan heights

Walking style out beats any Angel style

When enters a hall full of chattering people

Full of life in the function hall ǁ

Sudden hush foreseen as everyone fell silent

All heads turn to gaze at the radiant lovely vision

Her glowing complexion with twinkling eyes

Long lashes and full smiling mouth ǁ

Mass of swirling way and long hair

As beautiful as like an Angel looking crazy

Always warm, smiling and welcoming

Enjoy discussing the books that she read ǁ

Especially, the intellectually satisfying ones

No doubt, she is from the rolls of Angels

Whoever looked at her, they forget everything

No other go, people admire her beauty ǁ

She is the blessing and a gift

It’s a Nature-Lord joint venture beauty girl

Wonders of wonder is nothing before her beauty

The Lord created this eight wonder beauty girl ǁ

Marilyn Monroe is the one we heard so

She is the replica, a gift from the Universe

Oh! What a beauty, what a style

People faint when such beauties foreseen ǁ

The life is nothing, but admiring the beauty ǁ

Oh! Nature, give me beauty life

Oh! Lord, give me charming life

Oh! God, give me love and affection

Oh! Moon, give me pleasantness

Oh! Universe, give me trouble-free life ǁ

Read Poem: Until I Met You, by Tina Culora

I didn’t consider myself a writer until I met you.

You were all scruffy hair and spectacles

at the end of your nose,

all classic novels

and 20 cups of tea

to keep you going

your tap, tap, tap on your writing desk

with your ink-stained finger tips.

I inspired you, you had said

once

and I clung to this long after you had forgotten,

Your gentle smile and freckles and your one armed hugs

I

wrapped myself in your wool jumper that winter

jotting down pencil words in messy notebooks,

with sore fingertips on typewriter keys,

I am certain

I wasn’t a writer

Until you inspired me.

Read Poem: Ride or Die, by Rachel Marie

 

Scrolling through my memory

I stop on slideshows with pictures of you & me

As I reminisce on our younger years

And constantly ask God why you’re not here

Why’d it have to be you that he took?

Why’d it have to be my world he shook?

Glancing now across this ocean

I still see our footprints where we stood—side by side

You were my first—ride or die

You showed me what love was

And taught me to be whatever I wanted

Allowing me to be myself & showing me how to release my burdens

Through music & writing, I remember your teachings

And all the lessons on how not to let my demons consume me

Letting me think for myself

But still guiding

And whenever I felt like dying 

You were always there to revive me

To this day I still don’t understand

Why God took my brother…

Instead of another man-

 

I still remember like it was yesterday

Since I got that call I’ve never been the same

Though I smile, still it’s faked

Just knowing I won’t hear your voice everyday

I apologize for the cruelty

Those words I never should have said

Despite the battles between us

I honestly never wished you were dead

I called your phone twenty plus times a day

Just to hear your voicemail & say:

“I love you more than yesterday—

More than you’ll ever know—

And if you’re watching down on me now—

Guide my steps; show me where to go”

Then I hang up & I’m angered

I was a fool to say those cruel things to you

Many said you had forgiven me

Yet I never heard it from you

And Lord—if you’re listening—

Will you just tell my brother one thing:

Tell him I’m sorry for the way I reacted—

I didn’t mean it.

And he’s missed immensely—

I wish he could hear me when I scream it

 

Looking up to the sky…as tears fill my eyes…

I guess God needed an angel…

That would forever ride or die.

 

In loving memory of my brother

RIP September 09|2017

Read Poem: Earthblood, by Amina Drury

Beyond the horizon I hear you pleading

Shouting, biting, scratching, breathing

And in the smog, your breath is wet

Wet and long and harsh and spent

In the sky your eyes shine bright

A billion vicious specs of light

In the earth you shudder

Your spine sticks up from deep down under

From sand I watched the sun as it bled

You tuck the sea around the earth to bed

You’re the lion’s teeth

The gazelle’s meat

And the blood that puddles under feet

I hear your sulky wines and groans

And your sultry breathy moans

In every writhing infant cry

I hear you born

I hear you die

Read Sonnet: Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature, by Rishabh Parmar

Behold, the artistry of Mother Nature
Flawless and seraphic
Little-bitty birds tweeting on the soggy branches
’tis mother Earth, not mine or not thine

Behold, the puissant rain
’tis shower time of the Earth
Clouds art blazing like king of the beasts
Taking stunning snapshots from the loftier berth

Behold, the children
Blissful creatures of the sturdy world
bring joyousness to the old man’s heart
who is waiting for his fortune, to be unrolled

Behold, ’tis thine future
that has to be nurture.

Read Poetry: Utopia, by Ndue Ukaj

Everything is different, in the horizon the Sun is crumbled

The crumbles remained on the earth’s heart like triumphant arrows.

We can’t recognize the colors through the wind caressing the memory

We do not read poetry in the universe of foolishness

Where relations between darkness and light

Appear just like relations between the wall and thought.

Behind is played the surprising game, just like before

Birds are falling in the ground, just like in times when hell was written,

Oh God, everything has changed,

At a time when a small fence is darkening our big eyes.

 

The moon finds a path through mummy hands remaining like arrows towards the sky

And the sun dissolving just like a candle through tired eyes

Who can’t see anything in the blue sky, except a small cloud

A cloud darkening everything 

Therefore vision is coiled in space

Just like the wind creating its avalanche

Then many faces appear.

At a night, when everything is different,

Containing inside the borders within your head

When you feet walk through illusions

And squeeze their bad dreams

For the time that isn’t 

For the time that wasn’t

For the time that will not come

For the time that goes with the wind.

Utopia struggling against reality

Her dreams hiding at the corner of secrets

Are swallowed

Read Poem: A THOUGHT TO EXPERIENCE, by Andre Ariel

I always wondered
I always questioned
but I was never happy

always wondering
but never happy

a hungry voice
inside of me
but never happy

always still
forever wonder
and I wonder still
to be happy

why did my mind
work this way

I forced myself to think some more
of why it thought so strange
because, I wasn’t happy

and i’ve spent my days
forever wondering

Now time has passed
and I learned that to be
happy
I had to choose

Now I spend my days smiling
with a crowd wondering
“Why he’s happy?”

“We know he’s afraid”,
I hear them say.
“Yes, but not of being happy.”

I let them wonder.
I let them think
always questioning
always wondering
never happy