She cometh
on wings of translucent hue
flying through heavenly space
alighting where
nobody knows…..
White Goddess is She
knowing of eternity
no beginnings
no end
all infinity
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure
Lady in White by Carolan Nathan
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She cometh
on wings of translucent hue
flying through heavenly space
alighting where
nobody knows…..
White Goddess is She
knowing of eternity
no beginnings
no end
all infinity
galaxies at outer edge
gather there to see
welcoming White Goddess
entourage of angels bright
at Her side
Her breath so sweet wafts through space
changing all as contact made
becoming Light
Long fingers emit beams of colour
creating Sound
echoing all around
Lady of White
knowing is She of totality
nothing escapes Her vision
Her eyes see everything
some things will change
others leave in place
Is such a question necessary, when someone is in love? When it is me, I, myself, that is in love? The writer? Or would one call me a poet?
Unless, poetry demands me to fall in love, just so that I can write about love?
But, wait, dear sir, dear madam, what is love?
Genre: Philosophical and Romance
Is It Love? by Fatima Begum
Am I in love? Or am I in love with love?
Is such a question necessary, when someone is in love? When it is me, I, myself, that is in love? The writer? Or would one call me a poet?
Unless, poetry demands me to fall in love, just so that I can write about love?
But, wait, dear sir, dear madam, what is love?
A feeling? A tingly sensation? Happiness, followed by lack of sleep?
Waiting for him to arrive? To hear his voice, for his call? For his sweet touch, his finger to slide across your bare shoulders? For his eyes, that gaze, which holds such intensity? His smiles? Smiles reserved for only your eyes?
Or is it all a weakness? One word, and every limb in your body is alert. One touch, and your body shivers with excitement. Or, is it from fear? One look, and you feel your knees buckle. You’re just slightly dizzy, your excuse to others. Slightly flustered, you mumble whilst fanning yourself with your hand. But the smile. One smile, and your heart pounds against your ribs. Surely your ribs will explode? You can’t stop questioning. Can you? Is this just an excuse?
Truly, what is love?
Defeat? Who truly has control of your emotions? Is it not him? A word from him can make you smile. Yet, a word from him, can make you shed a tear. A word from him can make you hold your stomach with laughter. Yet, a word from him, can make you rage with anger. But, it is you who control your emotions, right?
Manipulation? He knows how you feel. He knows how you feel about him. But do you, yourself, know how you feel? How you feel about him? He asks you to commit a task. For him only, he states clearly. Your love permits it, he adds. Such smooth silky voice. You are against it. Truth be told, morals dictate that you must not carry out such a task. But it is love. Is love not worth it? Should one not do something, anything, everything for love? It has clouded your judgement. Although, is that not what love is?
But, then, you open your eyes. Are you in love? Were you in love? And, who was he that convinced you of love? A stranger you perhaps bumped into? A brief acquaintance from the past, an acquaintance who decided to taunt you in your dreams after years of complete silence.
No. You’ve never experienced it, so how can you know what love is? If you do not know what love is, how do you know if it is love?
So, am I in love, if I have no idea what love is? Or, am I another hopeless case, who has fallen in love with love itself. Do I want to fall in love and have him swipe me off my feet? Or do I want to fight it, so that only I, myself, can hold onto and control my emotions?
I’ve heard that one’s emotion is a powerful tool. So who should stay in power? Me or him? Or me and him?
By Fatima Begum
I ask again, is it love, for I do not know what love is?
Sitting here with my racing heart, no one can hear the thoughts in my mind. Feeling confused and far away, I was crazy.
Genre: HOPE
TAKE OVER ME by CARLY ROSE
Sitting here with my racing heart, no one can hear the thoughts in my mind. Feeling confused and far away, I was crazy. Always feeling scared and neglected, ripped of my courage I stand rejected. All that is left is my empty heart and all these thoughts torn apart. I feel like searching for who I am is the way to go. I don’t know where my soul will lead me so. Somewhere out there is the place for me, I just have to try and be free. I can’t be scared I need to believe, before these thoughts take over me.
For as I lay in your embrace,
My breath be shallow..heart doth race,
The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum ,
Fight for country…defeat the Hun,
So protected in your cocoon,
Daybreak looming behind the moon,
Sleep it cowers and it creeps,
Genre: Rhyme, War, Society
1918…Sanctuary by Terry Hopper
For as I lay in your embrace, My breath be shallow..heart doth race, The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum , Fight for country…defeat the Hun, So protected in your cocoon, Daybreak looming behind the moon, Sleep it cowers and it creeps, Tears of mine ..i gently weep, Not tonight …well not for me, Safe and sound for that I be, The dark …its cold …a killers friend , The night flame flickers ..bows and bends, The shadows dance to a pipers tune, As we did …that day in June, The day I marched..with head held high, For king and country ..live or die, Young men together … comrades in fear, Maidens calling hip hip three cheers, The front …the gas ..ahead barbwire, The stink ..the stench of gods hell fire, Bully beef …and rationed stew, .Last letters home from me to you, Dearest sweetheart …love of my life, Dearest mother …precious wife, Signing off with yours devoted, All my love and sugar coated, Kisses sent ….a thousand score, Each one delivered when at your door, Just let me live please god I pray, To see my love ..just one more day, So here we lay …safe and sound, Hearts entwined …emotions bound , And as the eve does turn to light , My candle salutes…. its last goodnight.
One,
Each passing day I welcome thoughts of her into my mind.
Thoughts I can only hold on to in times of despair.
Two,
I could swear I see rainbows under my pillow each night.
But whenever I trace it to the end, I see no pot of gold.
One of these days, I might recruit a search party.
Genre : LIFE
MY LIFE HAS 9 ROOMS by Dheric Da Poet
One,
Each passing day I welcome thoughts of her into my mind.
Thoughts I can only hold on to in times of despair.
Two,
I could swear I see rainbows under my pillow each night.
But whenever I trace it to the end, I see no pot of gold.
One of these days, I might recruit a search party.
Three,
I eat, sleep, and wake.
That’s the daily routine.
Anything else comes in second place.
I hope the same won’t happen on my wedding night.
Four,
If I ever get married, I won’t say no to anime.
If I have children, I’ll make sure I pass the tradition on.
For what’s life without comic books and cartoon network?
Five,
To the boys who will one day date my daughter,
I started perfecting head shots the day she was born.
I bought a large size plastic bag the day she started school
And I’ve got a silent gun too.
Six,
To the girls who will one day want to date my daughter,
Let’s just hope I have only one bullet left when meet.
Seven,
I’m scared of heights,
So I never raise my hand in class.
I fear the eagles of failure will pull off my hand of hope.
That’s why I keep it hidden.
Eight,
I keep consoling myself, saying
“My time will come”.
What I didn’t realize was the clock of life was actually waiting for me to insert the battery.
Nine,
I call my failures Adwoa
And my successes Abena,
My hopes bear the name Akua
Ten,
I try very hard to keep myself under the carpet cos I don’t want to be noticed.
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