Category: poem

Read Poetry: The Dying Light, by Jinit Parmar

Genre: Realism
 
Within ourselves we’ve lost our way

From deep valleys to mountain decay,

While swimming in the pools of blood and bones

In the process of giving birth to an enthrone,

We’ve forget the method of wrong and right

Its time to see the dying light.

The veteran taught us to help others

We ignored everything with uncertain druthers,

The clock ticks and time passes so sharp

From Beethoven’s tune to Syrian bombard,

We’ve forget the method of wrong and right

Its time to see the dying light.

Just go ahead with a heart full of pain,

And remember me when times restrain.

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Read Poem: Strange Fruit Even Stranger Times, by Evan Wheeler

Genre: Life, Society

Instead of recognizing we’re king you intend to abolish us. It’s always been obvious first we dangle from trees now it’s filmed murder in the streets. Using mass media television, radio, and music to create deceit in us. Yea we’re free from shackles but you’re still leading us. We keep sleeping not understanding we have reason to say they’re defeating us. Why are we afraid to be heard or seen maybe we’ll be the next martyr or leader killed for a reason. A strong people killed without a cause it’s disgusting; can’t you see injustice has me questioning what trust is?

 

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Read Poem: With Reason, by Joshua Caleb Chilson

Genre: Rhyme, Life

 It’s been a pleasure
To write with cause
Not just because
The words are there
On tip of tongue
And finger
To be pressed
In patterns
With rhythm and thought
Seen not as blots
Spat out on white surface
But merely a mind
Supplied with reason
Experience
And strong desire
To bleed ink on pages.

 

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Read Poem: Ode To Queen, by Benjamin Ede

Genre: Love

 

 From a distant space
It lingers in grace,
Amidst the air
In a croon so fair.

A strange rhythm,
Sneaking in,through my solitary chest ceiling;
Sweetly thrumming my heart walls
And luring my soul with bewitching calls.
I’m now the flower dancing the wind:
A prey captivated amid your mind,
And by your kind spell and charms
Am slaughtered in your arms.

Now,why near though far?
And Why faraway,yet near?
Why the soothing thrum,in silence I hear?
Honey stings,roses spears,
This our still minds should bear-
Not just swimming the ocean of pearl.

Come,lets dance in harmony;
To this long lingering melody.
No fairer poise gesture,
Nor the poison of treasure,
Can fetch such pleasure:
This mingling meets Devine measure.

 

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Read Poem: Print, by Neil Elder

Genre: ironic, dark humour, funny, surreal, work

 

This handbook remains out of print

Swimming uphill with a snow suit on
Is not recommended for beginners.

It can be vexing to find oneself
Trailing in a stickleback wake.

The safest approach is to lie on your back
Letting the current take over.
In time you will note the point
Between silt and shore.

Intermediate persons may jump
From the bridge in order
To determine the size of their splash.

An instructor may be bankside
To offer assistance.

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Read Poem: Conquering Shadows, by Kourtney Cooper

Genre: Dark/Motivational/Relationship/Redemption/Hope

Conquering Shadows

Lo, the Morn, my bitter, the world forgot,
How to love you without selfish causes.
Behold, us Shadows, crestfallen and fraught,
Diseased with Sin, the untamed and lawless.
Eternal nightmares consuming your world,
Pestering the righteous and breaking day.
Shattered Shadows become souls wielding swords,
Blades to your neck, they progress your decay.
But the might of your Light dies and rebirths,
Casting sight, revealing Daemons of Night,
And we seize the wicked and dance in mirth,
For triumph’s succeeded by mind and sight.
Let not discouragement bury good heart.
Conquered Shadows will recede back to dark.

 

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Read Poem: To Save The World, by Patricia Egan

Genre: Awareness, Society, Hope, Painful, motivational

 

 Cascaded by the edge of fire

Surviving this persecution

Unknown to passing eyes

Life that was meant to save

Not be subject to explicit wear

I was surrounded by hope

Cast into a glorious life

Blinded by the lights

Raised to believe the stories

Ruined by a passing night

Where this story began

Is not for the weakened soul

Blind folded and drugged

Stripped and prodded

Scored by evil

Passed by greed

Gifted to the hidden

Robbed of all faith

Labeled for a life time

Beaten by pleasure

Fondled by many

Bought by blood money

Tears hidden by rain

Rewarded by survival

Cascaded by the edge of fire

Surviving this persecution

Rescued by a passing night

I am surrounded by hope

Where this story ends

A new begins

To save the world

 

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Read Poem: You, by Ashley Corcoran

Genre: Family

 
you were seven
and a half
your mother told you
to hide,
quick
before your father came home
with a temper
and a belt

you were sixteen
and pregnant
your baby’s father
out running
his fingers
through someone else’s hair
while your morning sickness
kept yours
pinned back

you were twenty six
holding a new baby
in your arms
i’d kept you up for
three months
and your husband
comes home to
remind you
he would kill you
if you fell asleep
holding me

you were thirty three
holding me in your arms
as you wept
that it would be just us
now
it would be just us
now

you were thirty seven
and on a stress leave
from your back breaking
minimum wage job
trying with all your might
to stop me from becoming
my father
as you watched your little girl
drink
until she forgot
where she came from

you were forty four
i cried that you left
me for the wolves
for what he did to me
while you were
breaking your tired bones
putting food on the table
for me
making sure i’d never
know hunger
like you did

you were forty nine
when i realized
the woman before me
was a person
entirely imperfect
but selfless
doing the best she could
in a life
that had given you
so much less
than you deserved
i
had given you less
than you deserved

you have always
been
a mother
beautifully imperfect
but loving
beyond measure
doing the best she could
with what
her years
had given her.

-Ashley Corcoran, “threesixtyfivepoems.com”
 

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Read Poem: Loved One, by Harry J. Casseus

Genre: Love, Romance

 I put my heart in this
I didn’t want to start with this
The love has been in me instead of around me
And you’ve taken part in this
.
Pardon miss behavior you wouldn’t know how hard it gets
To love when love has been taken for granted and your only love is where the party is
.
Blessed down to your dress I’m star-struck in this cardigan.
I’ll die in your arms tonight and tomorrow be your guardian.
Protecting you from inadvertent mistakes and the harm you’re in.
You will discover sincerity in my eyes
Look whose arms you’re in
.
You’re a queen, Elizabeth, I adore you it’s all pleasant.
You’re more amazing than December 25th
I’m delighted in your presence.
You leave after tonight I wouldn’t bet it
Because I’ll lift that dress and go beneath you like a peasant.
Peace

 

 

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Read Poem: I Want You To My See Colour, by Tola Dee

Genre: Society, Philosophical, Inspirational, Life, Motivational

 
I DON’T SEE COLOUR
The famous phrase people say to distance themselves from
racism, but unless there is something wrong with your eyes
you can not escape my colour
You don’t see the different shape of my nose, my almond shaped
eyes, my wool textured earthly locs?
I want you to see my colour, my beautiful chocolate brown
shade of beauty
I want you to notice this colour I so proudly wear
I want you to appreciate this colour that was handed down
to me by my African ancestors who survived the middle
passage, slavery and more atrocities then you could
imagine.
“I’m not racist” you say “I see everyone the same” I am
colour blind, well what do you see? You see all shades of
white you erase me to sooth your eyes and make it
comfortable for you.
I don’t see colour, please… this is what society teaches, then
you must not appreciate art all the vibrant colours on a
canvas you don’t see that either?
Why would you not want to see the varieties of beauty that
surround you?
I want you to love my colour, my pigmentation, be in awe of
my glowing mahogany skin.
I want you to see and acknowledge my hue, by denying it is
to deny my being, deny my ethnicity and heritage.
My brownness strengthens me, uplifts me and brings me to
a higher plane
I have self-love and know my worth
SEE ME AS A BEAUTIFUL ENLIGHTENED SPIRITUAL
MAHOGANY SISTA WHO IS WOKE!!
Appreciate the beauty that comes in all shades I see it and
its magnificent
 

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