Category: new poetry

Read Poem: SELF PRAISE, by Joanna Guzik

I do not envy woodlice
the big number of legs
though at one time
I could try on
twelve pairs of stilettoes
wellington boots
sandals
flip-flops
and fur-topped boots
when winter comes

I wouldn’t like to be
tuatara either
to see more
though it seems more righteous
than the first paragraph

I do not fall asleep
with a half of my brain only
like a dolphin

I sometimes play cards
I am active
and when I am not
I am surprised
that through some inattention
I have stopped flying

I care about sunflowers
eating up seeds
and I care about ash-tree
though I seldom see it

when you sit beside me
you are the only one I envy

Read Poem: The Books We Choose to Read, by Steven Valentine

I was always a fan of classic stories.
but when a man cries depression,
The boy who cried wolf doesn’t seem so interesting anymore.

When tears tumbleweed down the cheek of your father,
the thought of ravenous barking things doesn’t arouse the senses much;
for you know your father’s lockjaw can be tagged-in at any moment now.

We will risk him reciting an obituary for his own voice.
We will risk losing the sound that echoes “survival” after the
tear ducts are patched up again.
We will lose it and never realize it was there in the first place.

When your father cries depression,
does he even speak the word?

And when he doesn’t,
will you know he’s speaking volumes
when silent on the couch from sun up
to sun down or will you scowl at the lethargy?
Is it not easy to hear the screaming
from the cold pillow case cotton?
Is it not a machine gun barrel clicking at your earlobe
each time Dad’s doctor’s appointment is missed,
or dinner gets cold?

When you say you are a patient daughter,
will you decipher the ancient texts of father’s past and find
yourself having part in the crumble?
Will you, too, lose your tongue in the moment?
Will it be ripped from your throat and fed
to the same wolves you didn’t think existed in the first place?

This isn’t some folktale we must disentangle
before we lose its meaning. There are some good days.
There are some bad. There are many we will never know until
he lives them. But one thing we do know,
is that he is still trying to judge the book by its cover and contents.
And I’m damn happy he chose to read them out loud.

– @StevenValentinePoetry

Read Poem: London Laid Bear, by Colin Ward

Face whipped by an ice
-wet
wall of wind,
squinting at the chill,
shoulders shrugged
on shrivelled spine,
shrunk against the relentless
unforgiving shadow above.

Brick archway offered
temporary respite from attack.
A rank
putrid assault
of urine stank with rotting
fatigue of flesh,
under a rumble
d, hurried world,
anxiously bridging
one worthy shelter to another,
business to leisure and back,
troubled only by mildest burdens
.
Shelter under shelter,
a bright blue tent sat hardy
on the soaking concrete,
skin flapping at autumnal
slaps, as the fellow out front,
clasped knees in dejected
patchwork of clothes,
battle
d like a rowboat
at war with Poseidon :
losing.
His eyes
bore the colour
of the sky,
which sang verse of his soul
to the jingle jangle chorus
of a tin pot at his toes,
bereft of the shrapnel
of kindness.

I averted my eyes,
embarrassed for not staying
long enough to learn
his name
or his song,
and sing a line or two
for his freedom.

Across the arch,
lying in sodden detritus,
discarded, abandoned
crippled by neglect,
left by too many passers-by,
a large soft toy bear
grasped my sympathy
as my heart clasped my throat
and the moment dragged
at memories of love lost
whose lessons taught tears
for the lonely soft souls.

Tempted to stage a rescue,
had I not been conscious
of my living witness,
I walked on, guilt rattling
my conscience.
I stepped back out
into freezing air,
punishment for leaving
the perished furry soul to wait
their silenced death.

Why did my heart leap
for the pitiful inanimate toy
but not for the living spirit
adorned on the edge of time,
clocking out each day, waiting
just for his chime
with the rest of the world?

Why did my strings
play so out of tune
for that which never bore life,
lacked knowledge
of its own hardship,
understood no brutality,

or truly had to endure
the callous cruelty of cold
and sometimes wonder
if one final sleep
will be enough,

and yet so slack
for my fellow man?

How can I feel so much
for that which may be replaced
but shed so few tears for a man whose past
I cannot tell,
but whose future

I can almost guess?

Where is my debt to him,
if I feel so deeply owed
the ear of democracy
listen to me?

Where is my debt to children
whose arms do not wrap
a cuddly figure
in their own bed,
safe in warm comfort,
belly filled and eyes fresh
with smiles instead of tears
at parents who weep
for fears and failure
they cannot escape?

Where is my debt,
if not seated in my heart
to beat for the greater good
of unity which invites all
to its embrace?

And though I know loneliness
too well to forget
its vengeance,
I was guilty of such a crime,
in a world consumed
by greed for privilege,
and too high a price
for warmth.

I stood in that archway,
where London laid bear
the waste of man,
and walked on
as if I didn’t care.
I found only shame.

Read Poem: Dancing With My Shadows, by Mena Oktariyana

By Mena Oktariyana
Here,
I’m dancing with my shadows
forget about my battle against yesterday
bury all sadness
that I hope can fly away
I,
follow the rhythm you play
and keep dancing with devils inside me
whispering and whispering
loud, not gentle
I hear their anger
taking my body
give a gripping cold
give a gripping pain

Genres : sadness, painful, life, hurt

Read Poem: Unseen Enemy, by Andrew Smith

They say it came from Wuhan,
This microscopic disease,
Like a raging fire it covered the globe,
Bringing countries to their knees,
I wonder if this is a warning,
To the stupidity of man,
As we play God with nature,
And things we don’t understand.

A microscopic enemy,
Unseen to the human eye,
Is this Nature’s cull of the human race,
As people begin to die?
We cannot kill it with guns and bombs,
This is nature’s terror campaign,
And it’s sending a message to the human race,
Think your actions through again!

So we’re bunkered down,
In houses and flats,
Afraid to leave our homes,
Isolated and terrified,
Our contact is through the telephone,
The streets are like a ghost town,
Empty highways, empty roads,
The tiniest thing on the planet,
Is striking fear wherever it goes.

But the human race is fighting back,
In its war with this unseen foe,
People are pulling together,
And the death toll begins to slow,
But it’ll be a long hard struggle,
Though we’ll get there I am sure,
And we’ll beat this invisible enemy,
Together we’ll win this war.

So hang on in there my valiant friends,
Let’s all do what we can,
Let’s raise the flag of the human race,
Each woman, child and man,
For we shall emerge victorious,
The fight back has just begun,
And we’ll not rest or falter,
Until this battle has been won!

©️Alan Faraway Poetry March 2020

Read Poem: I am a messed up weather, by Mawinei Ayue

I am a messed up weather
I am the cloud that cries when I cannot carry the gain
I am the wind that makes storm turns into hurricanes
I am the water that swims in the ocean while it rains

I am a messed up weather
I am the sun that you do not miss on summer
I am the volcano that you do not want to see erupted
I am the flake that you do not want to fall derailed

I am a messed up weather
I am the sky that screams your name but you are so out of reach
I am the star that has loved you since the beginning of everything
I am the universe that is held by your eyes but you cannot see

I am a messed up weather
And I am the memory that you do not remember

Read Poem: now even now, by Robin Ouzman Hislop

it’s like a ghost town now
& O the distant hills

are a more ghostly blue
than before

now even a few stray locals
come & go stranger even now
than they were before &

O the dear police cars patrol
with speakers are more ghostly too

& through my bedroom window
the gable ended stone house wall
grows evermore iconic faces

than before even now
as daily the days flock by
more than before now even now

strange fruit in the wet market
a vampire kiss
human blood human meat

but save the economy not the ecology
surveillance surveillance surveillance

monitor our sick brains
& bury the remains in silicon valley
until hyssops burst through

the green embedded
fissures of our padded cells
& the pavements crack beneath

save the insects death to pesticide
save the world with clay balls
like caryatides we bear alms to our own epitaphs

the hours of the street endure their empathy
with landscapes ordered from the abettoir
cockroach traffic cockroach computers

user friendly amplify & invade degrade
habitats “exotic wildlife threatens humans”
population growth summons armament

Read Poem: Won’t Make Peace, by Samantha Merz

The magnitude of Mars is inconceivable
There are a couple of things I forgot to say
Should I give up eating peanuts and honey for my blood type?
Oh, I could probably save a screenshot on my phone
Not a chapter hallmark blonde
Her hand rested on his thigh
You went out with a poser
Not into your scene
No more work at night
New reward
Green jade jar in the ground
Bound to blue

Read Poem: TAKE ME BACK TO WHEN, by Syed Mashiat Hussain

Take me back to when,
I was a baby sliding down the stairs on my ass and it left bruises,
I was a little boy finding toys in the backseat every time I took cruises,
I was a competitive little shit that laughed every time the other team loses,
I was the first in line and got whatever dad picks and chooses.

My mother use to hold me close and make me laugh with just a touch on my neck,
My sister and I use to fight to watch Hannah Montana but everyone else preferred Shrek.
My brother always got hit on the face with the ball and I laughed till I pissed my pants,
My childish mind use to feel like the giant in jack and the beanstalk because I use to play with ants.

There was no worry in my head and I could draw across the walls and then sit in the naughty chair,
There was no weight on my shoulders and I could do as I please without the slightest bit of care,
There was ice cream vans in every corner and you wouldn’t miss a day without getting a cone,
There was nursery rhymes like humpty dumpty and nick knack paddy whack give your dog a bone.

I was a kid trying to be Spiderman by climbing every building, every wall, every tree,
I was a kid trying to be friends with every frog bin, every ladybird, every bee,
I was a weird kid trying to lick the ink of every colour, every type, every pen,
I was a tree in the school play bringing laughter to every teacher, every parent, every friend,
I was a child wishing to grow up so I could tell that child to,

Take me to back then

Read Poem: THE POETRY OF YOU & ME, by April May Read

Mirror mirror on the wall,

show yourself before I fall.
Show ME all that keeps ME flawed.
Show ME all that keeps ME awed.
Show ME the ugly I still hold,
so I can thaw this heart so cold.

Please show ME now so I can grow,
or end it all and let ME go.

YOU and only YOU
have the vast power to show ME.
YOU and only YOU
because YOU were hand-carved for ME.

Your start was my start.
Your eyes are my eyes.
Your heart is my heart.
Your lies are my lies.
Your truth is my truth,
so tell ME this truthful,
how can we live a life
that is more fruitful?

In YOU I see ME,
all the ME
that can be,
the ME
that shies love,
the ME
that serves fear,
the ME
that loves love,
the ME
that’s so dear,
the ME
that pains YOU,
the ME
that loves YOU,
the ME

that knows there’s no one else here but YOU.
The ME
that wants to know someone else, not YOU!
And the ME
that’s awake and grateful for YOU.

You see, it always feels as though
YOU know
the truth that lies
within my muddled soul,
and maybe YOU do,
I’m staring at YOU,
this is your soul too
we’re just split in two.

So, can YOU see through my clean and pristine
prim and proper sometimes prudish esteem?
Can YOU see the mess of wires that are tangled
within
and still look ME in the eyes and recite that I can
win?

We live a whole new story
with new faces, new glories
new sweet smiles, new tears
new obstacles and fears.
YOU don’t remember ME,
I don’t remember YOU,
still, there’s a knowing.

Mirror, what are we to do?

Who do YOU want to be?
What do YOU want to see?

YOU are like my life projector,
projecting every little thing I do.
Some nights are hard to watch,
so I close my eyes
for those shameful slides
where I belittle YOU.
If I can only unplug YOU
for a bit and turn you off,
but what good will that do ME
like a luring flame to a moth.

Some days I lack courage
to look YOU in the eyes.
I fear you’ll see the tracks
left behind by my cries.
I gaze away
and maybe say
a joke or two
and YOU do too
to lighten up this mood of true
instead of seeking what to do.
YOU were sculpted by the best,
a masterpiece in every way,
yet I nitpick and I test
pushing YOU
further and away.

I take advantage of no limits,
but I fear I’ve pushed too far.
I fear that my desertion this time
might justly leave a scar.
I fear that one day I’ll come knocking
and YOU won’t open up,
and can I blame YOU,
with all that has runneth over your cup?

I remember that morning
when I looked at YOU and laughed.
I chuckled at all your dreams,
reminded YOU of the math.
Keep adding to yourself,
while I subtract away
that oughta divide us
and lead us both to stray.
Round 2-
We’re in the ring now
the classic story of the fight.
The fierce battle of the wicked wrong
and cheering for the right.
I keep on punching right
when I know deep down it’s wrong,
but fear and doubts at my corner
praising ME with song.

When YOU fall I fall.
YOU tend to shatter, I quickly break.
I turn to other mirrors,
but their reflections seem fake.

Even my pride had to admit
they’re not as honest as YOU.
They don’t show ME all that I need to fix
and show ME what’s true.
I run,
while YOU chase
and now I know why.
Now I know why
you’d look at ME and sigh,
for kind, clever Clarity
has finally come to ME,
she flew into my dreams last night
and surrounded us with her light.
She showed ME all that we could be,
and all the things I could not see,
like how YOU are my destiny,
and because of YOU,
I am ME.

So, I’m sorry for ignoring YOU.
I’m sorry for neglecting YOU.
I’m sorry for not seeing YOU,
and all that YOU are here to do.

I’m sorry for not being there
when YOU were lost and needed care.
I’m sorry for always thinking in MEs.
I promise to use US now, and some WEs.

Mirror, it’s all because of YOU
that I now know what LOVE can do.
It took ME long enough, didn’t it,
but not for YOU, YOU always knew!

I’m excited to do life again.
I turn to YOU and see a friend.
I now see the beauty YOU withhold.
I now see that in YOU I am gold.

Mirror, it all makes sense to ME now.
Suddenly I remember YOU… WOW!
Come, take my hand and let’s vow
to do what we’re to do NOW!

No more attempts to throw the scripts away
and ending this relation.
No more doubting why YOU are here
and entertaining my frustration.
I’ve got a hold of my quill again
that almost flew away
and I’m writing US the perfect plot twist
that’ll stay I pray.

Mirror, Life says it’s divine time,
so grab your wings while I grab mine,
cause NOW, I dare to look YOU in the eyes.
Yup, let ME tell YOU all the reasons why
YOU and I were meant to fly high
and leave our marks all through the sky!

Let’s show this world what we’re about!
Let’s show this world how to kill doubt
with an atomic bomb of LOVE
and some help from the stars above!

So, when I rise YOU rise
and we MUST always do!
And I’ll always wonderDo you see ME in YOU?
Are my thoughts your thoughts?
My fears your fears?
Some nights I now wonder,
are your tears my tears?
If they are, I’ll catch them
faster than before,
every fearful teardrop
that should ever pour!

For TRUTH I’ll do better,
because now I know,
so bring it on, weather!
We’ll build castles of snow!
We won’t drown like before.
We’ll take turns on that door,
and hold each other up
until we’ve reached the shore!

I’ll continue to take notes
and learn the lessons YOU teach ME.
So thank YOU, sweet Mirror
for showing ME all there is to ME.
Thank YOU for your patience
and for never giving up on ME
and thank YOU
for the unconditional
LOVE
YOU always have for ME.

I hope that with ME,
you’ll always be honest
and I with YOU
until our last day,
I PROMISE…