Category: poem

Read Poetry: FIRE, by Ruth Clark

Too far away
To feel this close
I sent my heart out on a wire

Reeling it in
I swear never again
Then I remember the fire

To feel the burn
I have to learn
To keep my heart in a box up high

To have the spark
I’ll add a postmark
And send it away
Goodbye, goodbye

The fire burned the straws
We were grasping
The heat enveloped us
And left me gasping
For the life you breathed into me

Now I sit in the ashes
But I’ll rise higher
We’ll never have forever
But we’ll always have
The fire

By RuthieB

http://www.ruthiefromtheblock.wordpress.com

Read Poetry: A President, by Latonia Sears

When I think of a good commander and chief
I envision a being of mankind to say the least
Who’s back is straight and his feet followed in suit A man with integrity and a real sense of pride for his country and the people’s rights too

He would speak directly from the hip with conviction, judgement and begin to hand out retribution. Not just be a puppet for some other teams responsibilities. Who truly understood the masses because he has really been listening to them

A person honest and fair someone who knows the difference between pride and racial prejudice who knows we are all equal and could be who we want to be because he is a true American who believed in justice and that will be the American way

A leader who stands by his people who wants the best for all of this country’s citizens no matter how old or young, rich or poor and ethnicity. Since all men will be equal and have only one profile to be To have a true pursuit of a happy life in this world that he lives in with you and me

Who always speaks for the people no matter who happens to be listening. A real knight in the role of a true king. Some one branded to fight and ward off our enemies. Yep that is what I see. My president the one who has yet to announce his candidacy still just a image I wish for in secret

A man with the soul and honor of the great ones who spirits live in silence and their thoughts are recounted with echoes of oh say can you see A person of distinction and more than self allegiance and bigotry my image of a president and not just one in particularly

Maybe one day we will see him the one with all of our best interest at hand the head honcho, the big khahuna. A man of our time who remembers the struggles before his and can respect that time . A man who can handle the pressure and not let it cloud his mind

Someone who can’t sell out to special interest or lobbyist Someone who can’t hang us out to dry with no real explanation or solution we can get behind Or what’s worse line his own pocket with death, destruction and mayhem at times, so many lies, so many lost lives

A person who knows their only human just like the lives he has been ordained to lead, protect, serve and bring through the hard times like a true leaders objective. While making sure all cival rights and liberties are observed as well as respected

A President beyond imagination the one we have been praying for together. A man who will literally carry the weight on his shoulders instead of what reality tells us. But it will remain something I was wishing for
Not exactly what I am getting of course

Read Poetry: TEARS FOR YOU…, by KG Petrone

You may have thought I didn’t care

Because I wasn’t always there

I repeat I am truly sorry

For how I lived my life so blindly

You may not ever understand

How much I cherished holding you tight

Giving you hugs with all my might

I need you to know; I always will love and care

Letting you go just too hard to bear

To continue as we were I could not dare

I know to you it seemed unfair

Not one day did go passed.

Where my choice didn’t kick my ass.

Filling me with remorse, shame, and guilt,

Of the time lost no relationship built,

Many days and years have now gone by

To say, “I’m peaceful,” is a lie.

All I know to be true

Not a day is spent without a tear for you

And to this day I still do pray

That in the end, we’ll all be okay!!!

2017 Autor, KG Petrone

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Read Poetry: Fragments, by Pam Sears

We are simply fragments,  you and I

Once floating in the cosmos

Longing to experience unity with another,

with something tangible, something to touch and behold

To know that we are not alone…ever

To feel the exquisite touch of the ocean

Or a moss covered stone

Or the soft fold of a puppy’s face

Fragments….a spark of creation

Sent out into the world to experience Love

To experience touch and sensations of grandeur

An apocalypse bursting into sunshine

The truth of who we are…where we came from

Longing to return home

Yet what if we are always home

Knowing it’s just a thought, a feeling

Asleep or awake, always home

Fragments are all we are

Fragments of the divine

Interspersing with one another

Maybe for a moment, maybe a lifetime

Fragment of me, fragment of you

Joined through the heart

 

 

Pamela Sears….. July 4, 2017

Read Poetry: COLD SONGS, by Olabisi Akinwale

It’s the secret of life
To die, with blood flowing in your veins
.
We lost a sister to the songs in her throat
We knew she would not survive the whips
From nights when the moon burns her pride to ashes
And days when the sun mocks the radiance in her eyes
.
On many faces are birds with broken nest
Flying to the ends of the earth- where death is the only hope of
bodies, running from their own body
.
Somewhere in this verse
Is a boy burning with cold fire into strange tongues
His father was the man you met on your way home- walking on his head
The man you saw numbering his days, with sad numerals
The man who said God exist only in fictions, forklores, and in non
existing worlds
.
Life is a sorcerer, her languages are too complex to be spoken by
women, yet to die with their seeds growing in them
.
This song are the dirges
– in the mouths of boys who murdered themselves and ran away
– girls, in the confluence where blood and history met
– in the tales of a father with ten sons, having none
– mothers, seeking the life in a world different from theirs
.
There’s a voice calling you home in poems like this
Skate on their surfaces- it’s god’s art in dark places
.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
#UndilutedPoetry

Read Poetry: The twain that never cross parts, Okah Obinna Joseph

Drowning in sounds of figmented imaginations
Nope it’s a bad nightmare of incarceration 
Torturing me with scars and tears 
As I fright back into my shell of fears 
Reminiscing good times 
Scathing our cherish, dreams and memories 
With haunted sacrifices 

I lost myself changing for you or else ? 
While you changed for someone else 
Oh no ! you bought me a bitter sweet 
I’m not a wailing wailer for meat 
But this bitter pill is really costly 
As thou faithfully betrayed Bostly 

A vengeance of forgiveness
Is the magical agony of kindness
Oh Love and passion ! 
What a cruel combination !
Dear time shower your miracles 
Please don’t fling me away like a rag doll just like the team of Heracles 

I’m drunk to stupor 
Because my saviour is liquor 
Just two minutes to rebuild the glass 
But forever to rebuild my breathing flask 
My emptiness only has hate 
Like wounds of the diabetic gate 

No ounce of mercy 
In Bovary and madam Stacy
There’s no moving on
The end is all one 
I hope the twain never cross parts 
As breaking romance surely sparks

Read Poetry: THE FISHERMAN, by Robin McNamara

The sea swelled and splashed
Against the hull of the boat
With its green net mountain
Disappearing into foaming waters

The fisherman’s hope and security
An old sea dog salted
And weather beaten from a
Lifetimes toil upon the waters

Times of hardships furrowed upon the brow
His story told by scarred hands
He respects the sea
Which has taken many a soul

Bowing his head in mournful grace
For comrades long gone by
In this forsaken element
Names inscribed on the memorial wall

Baptised at a tender fourteen
Saltwater dripping from forehead
As his arms ache from the harvesting
Proud to be gone from boy to man

Conquer of all that rises
from the living sea
Shimmering and glistening on deck
Pride on his fathers face

Now decades gone, no more to come
He will be spoken of in years to come
His eyes as deep as the Ocean
Have glanced their last trip.

By Robin McNamara

Read Poetry: RUDIMENTS OF BROKEN MUSIC, by Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale

To write a dirge
Is to burn without a touch of fire
.
A raven perched on my window last night
-it came with a song, named after your brothers
-and with echoes of maiden’s voices from sambisa
– it came with one-tenth of your father’s burnt ashes
-and with the chronicles of a lost boy on the street of Lagos
.
To break into wounded verses
Is to become a man of flesh and water- blood no longer flows in your veins
.
I have seen men with cuts on their tongue
Men, holding their names with blind metaphors
I have seen a mother run from her own blood
To the tent of survival beneath her skin
I have seen girls, living in sad memories
To hold history between their legs
.
We are but rudiments of broken music
We live till we become a poem, filled with emptiness- it’s the
mystery, skating between birth and death
.
I have tried carving God’s face with my pen
Tried holding beginning and the end with a verse
To know the why behind the whys between them
But, you don’t run with shoes laced with death
When competing with your shadows, wind and demons that paint your
sister’s face with colourless scars
.
‘Some poems are dead bodies in living beings, you don’t read them
without a touch of immortality’- says a poet
.
.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
#UndilitedPoetry

Read Poetry: how we unfold love from the moon, by Nosakhare Collins

Lover…..

This is how to unfold love from the moon;
you seat close-by in your crux divan
watching your mouth and hands sleek into praise
into momentum desire that has blossom into revelry
you look up sky as the stars crosses your eyeballs
perhaps which one of them has heart to love;
glimpse the eye to ponder into felicity
but this is how love unfolds from the moon;
you seat right close to your lover
help lifting the hands up to the sky
where the moon unfold love into your river part
then wait as the moon fondle his way into you
crawling his love into your heart
flowers and gift of different kinds
as the flowers and gift break into blossom romantic
clumsy and holding memories with lit candle light
as songs broken into lyrics in the face of moon night.

Poet: Nosakhare Collins

About me—

Nosakhare Collins is a budding Nigerian poet, writer, literary critic and a tutor. He is a student in the Accounting department of Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma–Edo State. His works including book reviews has appeared and are forthcoming in anthologies, journals and various literary outlets which include Sevhage Reviews, Antarctica Journal, Least Bittern Books, Dwart Magazine, Youth Shades Magazine, WRR (words, Rhythms and Rhymes) and so on. He is currently working hopefully towards his chapbook (a collection of poems). He writes from Nigeria, and can be reached through his Facebook: Nosakhare Collins, Twitter: @nosa_collins, Instagram: nosakharecollins