Star Wonders, Poetry by Sherry Cross

Stars
in the sky
never reply to the wishes
I make/they hypnotize/ mesmerize/ keeping me
attune /while I dream of ones lost and gone to Heaven/

Genre: Life, Space

Star Wonders by Sherry Cross

Stars
in the sky
never reply to the wishes
I make/they hypnotize/ mesmerize/ keeping me
attune /while I dream of ones lost and gone to Heaven/
I close my eyes/open my mind/ how I
miss being together/ forever/ our lives go on sadly / madly/ I hope/
I cope/ without ever feeling or hearing/ the voice echo loud/
proud/ laughing, talking, yelling, singing/
tunes still play/ here we stay/ I continue to watch to the sky
looking for a twinkling piece/ a niche
To call our
Own

 

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Wild Freedom, Poetry by Shawntelle Moncy

We are free like animals.
We are wild.

We climb trees for fun,
We swim to cool,
We sing
to feel free.

We are wild,

Genre: Life, Society

Wild Freedom by Shawntelle Moncy

We are free like animals.
We are wild.

We climb trees for fun,
We swim to cool,
We sing
to feel free.

We are wild,
We love to be loved,
Hug to be hugged,
And then run like the wild wind,
to feel free.

We are wild,
We make memories to remember,
We ruin and we build,
We wonder and we get lost,
to feel free.

We are wild,
Or at least we could be,
Forever lost,
To be free.

 

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Genius Goddess, Poetry by S Michaelis

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Genius Goddess by S Michaelis

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

Something’s in my eyes
If you look close you can see it
There’s a little bit of Venus
And a little bit of genius
And it’s time for me to free it.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

Something’s in my eyes
If you look close you can see it
There’s a little bit of Hera
And the power is right there
And it’s time for me to free it.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

Something’s on my mind
It’s a song from long ago
Just a simple little ditty
That I wrote while in the city
And this is how it goes

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

A little goes a long way
And a long way isn’t far
When you’re rockin’ while you’re walking
And you’re jammin’’ to the tune of an electric guitar.

 

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Dude was Rich?, Poetry by Anthony Nneke

Dude was rich
How was life a b**ch
They thought
When they heard his onslaught
Cos they were mis taught
That wealth means only money
He laughed hard
Cos he found that funny
We can trade places
But this is real life

Genre: Rhyme, Satire, Life

Dude was Rich? by Anthony Nneke

Dude was rich
How was life a b**ch
They thought
When they heard his onslaught
Cos they were mis taught
That wealth means only money
He laughed hard
Cos he found that funny
We can trade places
But this is real life
No friends in unfamiliar places
Peace be his oasis
But he don’t know what that feels like
Cos all he got is pressure of expectation
Waiting to exhale
His relationship has failed
His hearts locked up
like it went jail
cos it was sentenced for breaking hearts
flirting with tarts
that look sweet
but their ingredients are foul
their make up covers up their crooked smile
but in the meanwhile
he trying to justify
why he has struggles
to those
who can’t imagine what
its like to be him
2 | P a g e
they cant accept him as one of them
cos he up on a pedestal
that they put him on
so he cant complain
take the gold, take the platinum chains, show a bit of brains, screw the chicken brains
play your part, stay in your lane
man just shut up and play the game
what the hell you know about shame
man you don’t get to talk about pain
look at what you’ve gained
this is what the dude was up against
so he spent
time breaking it down
talking about his double life in one timeline
there was a time when all he wanted to do was shine
be the best do his best, give his best
when he aspired to be rich, and known
so he understand how far he grown
reaping what he sown
but what he saying is he now feel all alone
cos he cant tell a friend from a foe
a lady from a hoe
when he had little he had real friends
who like him for him
they told him he had potential
helped him believe
go get it and achieve
now fast forward
he surrounded by people he don’t know
cant take a break
so many shows
3 | P a g e
he just a piece of gold
selling the dream he was sold
moving fast and he just wanna pause
and slow
do you understand if so
can I get an Oh
Oh
Verse Two
Time to put his mask on
Put on a show for the world
But what he mean is just saying hello
Being cool, being nice
Cos he feeling cold like the north pole
And he about to break like ice
But if he speak out about it
The response is
Man
How can he be unhappy
When he got more money than he can count
Girls at his feet
Worshipped by the streets
Man he mean on a beat
So he feel trapped
Like mother nature gave him a bitch slap
Perhaps is that what he deserves
For all the shit he been talking
Or that’s another song
Ok write another wrong
4 | P a g e
Man he just trying to be
Not conscious, not righteous
Not an idol
He himself just a man
Trying a ting
To do better for himself and his family
Don’t begrudge him that

 

 

 

 

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These Are The Times, Poetry by Latonia Sears

So many in debt and

so many others going under

these are the times that make

us think which make us wonder

Genre: Life, Society

These Are The Times by Latonia Sears

 

So many in debt and

so many others going under

these are the times that make

us think which make us wonder

 

About the things we can’t change

everything is so different these days

really looks and sounds strange

 

These are the times when your every day

has become so fast paced

can’t slow down for this thing

we call the rat race

 

I can just imagine the stories you

have heard around town, on the news,

on the corner or even in the schools

 

These are the times

when we must stick together

break bread and say

a prayer with one another

 

Stop hurting start hugging

join hands and do something

stand beside each other

you know like brothers

 

Yes these are the times

that turn mice into men

and foe into friend

 

So what will we do

where will we go

don’t you know?

 

Time is ticking

while days are passing

make a decision

no more guessing

 

These are the times

not to run and hide

stand up be brave

show some pride

 

Yes these are the times

when “We The People”

have to make a change

and get on the bus

 

Remember these are the times

when you need to participate

because after all aren’t you

a part of this place?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FEAR, Poetry by Marcell Wallace a.k.a Poetikal Solution

There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.

Genre: Life, Society

FEAR by Marcell Wallace
a.k.a Poetikal Solution 

There you are,
a photo of you smiling.
But now, here’s a mirror of you sad.
I can tell something stole your joy
and you want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead looking in the mirror sad.
You just want to be normal again.
I sense that you are afraid.
Too busy putting your trust in fear or your fear in trust.
The fear of the unknown that is known is still fear,
One only hopes when it’s near,
They courage it up to get a backbone,
So they won’t be consumed in their nightmare.
There’s a war going on,
Outside there’s peace and protection.
Inside, you are a living breathing storm with radar palms
pulse like earthquake
Nerve shaking anxiety
No peace in between touchdowns
I seen you spot a tornado before the funnel forms with those hurricane eyes
Hail size tears
Your destructive behavior
Is bringing your strength down,
Self-control it Or it will control you.
You just want to go back to that photo smiling
Instead a mirror sad.
I’ll be glad to have you back,
That, every in half moon, full moon, new moon laugh.
That, calm before and after the storm,
Your, cloudy sun rays that shine on my rainy days.
That makes me thankful to be alive.
I too want you to be normal again
But it’s your civil war you must end.
It have to be in your heart to no fly zone your climate change.
Cease fire your mouth from shooting down your ability to overcome.
The storms will only grow violently worse as time goes on.
He who is always watching the wind does not sow;
he who always keeps his eyes on the clouds will not reap.
Hold fast my love
You can do it
Peace

Lose Generation, Poetry by Roderick Dupree

Relationships are just toys we play with when bored

Support for one another is something unexplored.

Loyalty is just a word with negative intentions of slaving

Genre: Life

Lose Generation by Roderick Dupree

Relationships are just toys we play with when bored

Support for one another is something unexplored.

Loyalty is just a word with negative intentions of slaving

Envy is our sweetest nature of craving.

Love is our worst nightmare

Hate is our definition of care.

Sex has poised our mind

Faith is undefined.

Attention is the fire to our soul

Negativity is fuel to help reach the popularity goal.

Respect is what we neglect

Warm souls are what we reject.

Death brings love

Selling our souls are what we’re proud of.

 

 

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She Dreams of Dragonflies, Poetry by Cynthia Mansfield

The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.

Genre: Life, Society

She Dreams of Dragonflies
by Cynthia Mansfield
@GypsyCyn1

The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.

Lost in thought, the little girl replied
Mama, where do dragonflies go to dream?
Where do they go to die?
Are they sleeping in the tall pine trees?
Or high in the clouds where they see everything
Where do they go when they fly?
Is it a place far away?
Is it a place we cannot see?
Do they sleep with the angels
In a red & purple sky
Or sit quietly in the clouds on grandpa’s knee?

Her questions came as no surprise
Her crystal blue eyes were always gazing at the sky
Watching for the birds, the ladybugs and butterflies
Mama sat down, pulling her daughter close
Pondering the questions the child had just posed,
Remembering a fairy tale her daddy once told
Just an old legend from long ago
With a sigh, she held her daughter’s hands
And let the story begin…

There’s a tale told from days of old
Of what became of lost souls
It was said that when a person dies
Their soul was set free and rose to the sky
Drifting in the clouds, awaiting their demise.

For some, their journey is done
And to the heavens they will continue on
For others, they are sent down below
To spend eternity in the dark and alone,
Those who remained were stuck in between
Until they could be reborn, to live again
You could say they were angels in training
Bound for the heavens but for one lesson remaining.

The angel elders appointed a soul guardian
A beautiful silvery white gossamer dragon
She would gather the souls and softly sing
Comforting & caring for them like her own offspring,
But the souls were restless and wanted to stray
The dragon opened her arms so they could go play
And thousands of little angels spread their tiny wings.

When the sun would hide and night took over the skies
The guardian would call the angels to her side
But the angels were bored and loved to fly
So when the dragon slept they would sneak away
And in the clouds they would dance and play.

Well, the devil was impatient and soon grew tired
Of waiting for souls to strengthen his fires
So when the dark would fall, off he’d go
Waiting for a gypsy wind to blow,
And when the angels wings glistened in the light of day
The devil swooped in and stole the helpless souls away.

The angel elders were greatly dismayed
The beautiful dragon cried and hung her head
Blaming herself for the souls being dead
But in her sorrow, she devised a plan
Gathering her remaining angels, she quietly began.

She folded her wings, holding the souls close
What magick she used, no one truly knows
But that night when the dragon spread her wings
The air was sweet, the angels began to sing,
That gypsy wind started to blow
A blue moon shone on the world below
The angels sang a soft and lovely tune
And, with a sigh, and not a moment too soon
Lightning flashed from the dragon’s eyes
And out from the clouds came the dragonflies.

Now you know, the angels loved to fly
So at night they would sneak away from heaven
Visiting the world below in disguise
They would streak across the sky at night
Leaving a trail of stars in their flight
Circling the moon & making it glow
Dancing on the gypsy wind that would blow.

Yes indeed, the devil was perplexed
He was certain that this was some kind of hex
In his anger, he yelled out a curse
Any angel not back in heaven by the break of dawn
Is doomed to remain on earth from that moment on.

The child asked her mom, how can that be?
Dragonflies are stuck here for eternity?
Mama smiled and said, it’s a bittersweet end
They are doomed to live over and over again.

Oh but there’s more, just wait and see
There’s one way for them to be set free
The legend says the devil’s curse
Was too strong & could not be reversed
But the dragon cast her own little spell
A secret the angel elders swore to never tell,
But its said if you look to the sky
And a dragonfly passes you by
If you make a wish and close your eyes
He will fly away on a gypsy wind
Free to be reborn into this world again.

The child seemed happy as they headed home
Suddenly the skies above didn’t seem so unknown
Later that night, when it was time for bed
She hid under her covers and rested her head
But her mind started to wander and sleep would not come
So over to the open window she did roam.

Lost in thought, her blue eyes sparkled like the stars
She held out her hands and suddenly, there he was
Blue as the moon with wings that glowed
With a sound like angels singing soft and low,
Then all was silent, no words were said
But her wish was like a song in her head
With that, he flew away with the gypsy wind
Ready to be reborn into this world again….

Some boys dream of shiny fast cars
Playing baseball and being rock stars
But alone at night
They all stare at the sky
And wonder why they can’t fly.

Some girls dream of little june bugs
Butterfly kisses and daddy’s hugs
But not this one, no sir, no lies
Can you guess why?
This girl dreams of dragonflies…
 

 

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Poem For Tranquility, Poetry by JoyAnne O’Donnell

Nature is pure poetry

The trees blowing an orchestra of words

The flowers seeing the petals of stars colors

The green grass growing

Genre: Life, Spiritual

Poem For Tranquility by JoyAnne O’Donnell

Nature is pure poetry

The trees blowing an orchestra of words

The flowers seeing the petals of stars colors

The green grass growing

With the sun’s warm smile

The lunch breaks cool breeze

Taking the sweat from the ashes

Of work clouds

Rainbows shine on fridays ocean current

Special roses scent brand new days

With heaven’s brightest sun.

 

 

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Wrongness, Poetry by Julie Martin

Dread crawls up your arm

On Sprightly legs

You cannot shake the feeling

Of a wrongness

Genre: Life, Society

Wrongness by Julie Martin

Dread crawls up your arm

On Sprightly legs

You cannot shake the feeling

Of a wrongness

As you stand there at twilight

Dark on a moonless night

Beside the empty eyes of a stranger

That shine under the glare of a moving train

Closer now, he creeps

Leaning, leering, targeting, choosing,

Will you be next?

As you debate whether to run or face your fate

His asymmetrical grin grows

His movements jerky, he’s been made

What will you do?

Thick blankets spread out in your dry throat

Can you cry out?

He turns to face you, a blessing to his hunger

Can you run?

Not a moment for impotent rage now

A moment for caution, a moment for speed

Open your eyes wide, pupils dilated

It’s crazy time

Saliva pools from your dry lips as you bare your teeth

A hiss here, a growl there

Fingers become claws as you prepare to fight

Disappointment clouds his features

Doubt dulls eyes once bright

You’re not on the menu tonight.

 

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