Category: new poetry

Read Poetry: Our Solar System by Kurt Chambers

The moon shines so very bright,
especially on a crisp clear night.
The Sun is big and very hot,
and also covered in little spots.

Mercury is indeed quite small,
against the Sun it’s a tiny ball.
Venus is cloudy like a rainy day,
but much too hot to go out and play.

The Earth is blue and warm and nice,
and this is where I spend my life.
Mars is next and oh so red,
but there’s no life, it’s completely dead.

Jupiter is the biggest of them all,
but it’s just a giant gas ball.
Saturn looks cool with its enormous ring,
It’s the solar systems ultimate bling-bling.

Uranus always gets a laugh,
but it really isn’t quite that daft.
Neptune is next upon the list,
with its almost invisible disc.

Now we’ve come so very far,
from our friendly yellow star,
we come to Pluto which some do say,
is not a planet anyway.

Read Poetry: “The Craft” by Benjamin Hare

All those who wander should beware,
Because no soul is safe inside their mind;
Never look into the terrible stare.

On the night of the moon’s most devious glare,
Stay in your dwelling, soundly confined;
All those who wander should beware.

The damned ashes of lost forebears,
Eyes of vengeance and malice, better off blind;
Never look into the terrible stare.

Candle smoke and deafening pulsations penetrate the air,
Like a mortar and pestle, an axe to grind;
All those who wander should beware.

Venture out only if you dare,
But be enchanted, impossible to unbind;
Never look into the terrible stare.

And if you see them, say a prayer,
For the theurgic beings are the supremes of mankind;
All those who wander should beware,

Never look into the terrible stare.
“The Craft”
All those who wander should beware,

Because no soul is safe inside their mind;
Never look into the terrible stare.
On the night of the moon’s most devious glare,

Stay in your dwelling, soundly confined;
All those who wander should beware.
The damned ashes of lost forebears,

Eyes of vengeance and malice, better off blind;
Never look into the terrible stare.
Candle smoke and deafening pulsations penetrate the air,

Like a mortar and pestle, an axe to grind;
All those who wander should beware.
Venture out only if you dare,

But be enchanted, impossible to unbind;
Never look into the terrible stare.
And if you see them, say a prayer,

For the theurgic beings are the supremes of mankind;
All those who wander should beware,
Never look into the terrible stare.

Read Poetry: Cracks in the Sidewalk, by Irene Leland

When the cracks show in the sidewalk

The one that links your home and mine

I will know our love is breaking

And another path I’ll find

And when the hill begins to flatten

The one where we now often play

I will know our love is lessening

And I will go another way

Now I know smooth roads can be shattered

And mountains can be beaten down

Love can also lose its meaning

As though it never had been found

But if a mountain’s high and mighty

It can stand the greatest storm

And if a highway’s long and lasting

It will keep its stable form

And if a love is like that mountain

It will rest within the sky

And if a love is like that highway

It will forever lie!

But we never built a highway

And never climbed a mountain high

All we have is a sidewalk

And a hill on which to sigh

So when the cracks destroy that sidewalk

And the hill’s been trampled on

I will know our love has ended

And I will be gone…

Read Poetry: I’ll Be Damned, by Billy Dew

Praying all day to a god

But not taking action to help his people

You call yourself to be religious

But to me you’re just as evil

 

Sunday mornings 

You there when the doors open

Smiling and taking money

From the hopeless

 

Preaching “Will a man rob god”

When you robbing the congregation

Telling me about heaven

How good is your salvation

 

Thousands of denominations 

When there is only one creator

Prophet even said you will do greater things 

And you act like you’re not a savior

 

If that’s what you call living

Then I’ll be damned

Read Poetry: DEEP IN ME, by Anand Ramachandran

Looking at you in pain,
with my eyes so wet,
Remembering all you slain,
in the words you said.

Memories ended in drain,
in a blink of an eye,
stabbing thru the moments,
is all your lie.

The pain you caused,
Can never be healed,
looking thru the moments,
in a wind shield.

Hoping this would come to an end,
those moments of fear down the sand,
waiting for a magic to come and land,
The fear is over and it shall end.

Down the days the time goes by,
Wishing you’ll never stood in front of my eye,
I never knew I would still cry,
For the moments we had, which was not a lie.

The knife stabs deep down the soul,
wishing the pain would never grow old,
for every time the word was told,
Deep inside the pain got mould.

Mistakes are made with humans sake,
Seriousness is what you should have taken,
for every time a mistake was made,
A part of me, is getting dead.

Anand Ramachandran

Read Poetry: MY SWEET HELL, by Christopher Rosana

Fair, freakish, faithful,

Fabulous, forceful, fierce,

Fiery embers laced upon the bond closely made, eye to eye,

Forceful, ah irresistible, desires of the calm evoked,

Fastidious, detail and detail of my stares, your gazes, elicited by the mystery of you,

Foment my fears to their demise, sweet betide even with painful salty tears,

Folksy, though unseen, I see the paradise in your eyes,

Fasten your weird self upon mine own, see me true for yours to own,

Finding what hitherto unfound, camp at my fiendish straits; unleash your fierce,

Fire, fire, fire, though I may burn, I burn not truly for am only warming me up,

Fire, Hell, inferno, you bring, a better sweet to the cold indifferent docile others be,

Tis not hell you bring, not truly, tis warmth that burns all of my winterish fears when away you are,

Tis not hell you bring, truly, tis flowery beauty of you

This is the hell you bring, a hell that isn’t hell, but sweet.

Read Poetry: Jealous, by Zachary Walma

Pretty eyes, pretty thighs, pretty face she never wanted.

Forced to live inside an object of desire.

Introverted, anxious, and the center of attention.

Watched from every side, waiting to be acquired.

Wanted, but never loved, by misfortune or chance.

Every prospect wanting more than she could give.

Taking if they could, every piece of satisfaction.

to pacify the needs with which they’re forced to live.

This way, and that way, in every kind of direction.

Taken, passed on, and consumed by the restless.

Never replenished, left weary and unfulfilled.

Caught up in the cycle, until she met Jealous.

Jealous knew more than any of the others.

Jealous payed attention and expected the same.

Jealous never slept so as never to lose her.

Jealous kept her close since the first time he came.

Jealous worked hard to keep what he wanted.

Jealous made damn sure she was contained.

Jealous didn’t like seeing her with others.

Jealous was stubborn and easily enraged.

Wanted, never loved, pretty object of desire.

Trapped in attention for which she never asked.

Running, recaptured, by Jealous devoured.

Things that are pretty don’t easily last.

Everyone wants, everyone needs, most of us take whatever we can get.

Give what you can, love if you can, don’t end up eaten by Jealous regrets.

Read Poetry: At This Hour, by Latonia Sears

One soul one heart one mind who was blind, twisted and hurt

It is very hard to tell sometime in the world at this particular time

As tragedy keeps a count of the lives in that have regretfully fallen

It seems stranger and stranger almost like a cancer and as in reality

Like the illness still no cure only uncomforting tears and unbelief

Everywhere we go lurks this unfamiliar danger fueled by anger and hatred

This earth of ours is really off it’s axis because this keeps happening

America is behaving like a third world country instead of the greatest

Mothers Majesty the home of the brave and the land of the free

Has this become the end of liberty and following your dreams till you grow

So many people young, old keep stifling others lives in this kind of violent protest and shame?

Torn hearts and broken minds and beings that have now become departed souls in time

Nothing making sense and the masses are on the verge of giving up on life

Americans being struck down when they did not ask for it just living life

So much first time drama appearing over and over again in our life

No tell, tell signs alerting any individuals to the coming of this devastation

That has taken a choke hold on our country, our home our nation

The place that has always been my home with no doubt only assurance

America the beautiful this land of peace and prosperity where hate has ran free

Archived by a host of earlier henchmen but this is a totally different type of indignity

It has no real ethnicity the only color that is making headlines is the color of death

I will hold onto the hope that one day this country can become a better place to live

America a place of refuge and good living damn near a paradise to some of us

I believe in my country and the stars and stripes our flag bears so brightly

A country where being free is a dangerous thing a matter of life and death again

Individuals taking their freedom to the extreme and not caring about their fellow man

So many people thinking selfishly acting like real dupes who feel hurt and won’t understand

Before we lay down to sleep this night say a prayer for the families who are in tears

Trying to figure out why their loved ones had to say their fond farewell, adieu

That love will hang a halo over their hearts let God send his angels to help dry their tears

Seventeen more who had so much potential an aspirations “ Their God given right”?

Yeah that is the thing about America these days a lot that is given isn’t about God

As four words continue to adorn American currency “In God We Trust” What?