Category: poet

Read Poem: EVOLVE by Hope.S.Brown

When you try and fail, perhaps you fall;
You should never fret, as that’s not all.
You may doubt, you may shudder or you may bawl;
But when you refuse to surrender, you begin to evolve.

When you rise up with all your might;
Retaliate and consummate the fight;
You know, you won’t be there without a hitch,
But you try harder, to give challenges a ditch.

With the humdrum of life;
With the happiness deprived;
You struggle through every chance, to get it right.

And with that belief in your wounded heart;
With that burning desire, as you stand apart;
When you refuse to give up or to dissolve;
That very moment, you begin to evolve.

Read Poem: NAKED ME by Uvie Ann-marie Giwewhegbe

(MALE)
Say something
Anything
Free my soul from within and let me break free
From those lost cuffs that you braced me
With one time that stole my life
That stole my world

(FEMALE)
Say something
Anything
Question the tension that pulls me to you
And makes me prisoner to those sweet moments that I will
Forget in time
Time takes it all, slow but sure
Still stings since you feel you own me

(MALE)
Pray do tell
Sing no song of freedom
For this love you have gingered
And masked to look like it was my ploy
To pull you in and make you useless
I did nothing; the power was all in your hands
You used me, you made me weak
Obsessed and lost without you

(FEMALE)
Pray do tell
All the lies that make you safe
As you watched the naked me
Fall on your knees
Releasing you of a burden unseen
Till you had my neck under the knife
Taking my soul in pure strife
You did this to me you did this to me
You soulless lost rhythm dazzled with loneliness
You have killed me, my life is meaningless.

Read Poem: What are they by Maria E. Padrón

Today,
Silicone
Glass
Acrylic.
Jelly
Soft-skin
Stone.
Before,
camel dung
gold
silver
ivory
jade.
Whatever;
Does it really matter
what they’re made of?
Dildos, that is.
The English word’s origin
uncertain and ambiguous
as the dildos themselves.
It’s meaning
Does it come from the latin word
for ‘open wide’
or for ‘love’?
Or the Italian word for ‘delight’?
Maybe from the word “dally”
which meant ‘to flirt’
Their development and that
of great civilizations
seem to cum
hand in hand.
Egyptians, Romans
Greeks, Chinese
and Italians during the Renaissance
they used them all.
To keep their wives from cheating,
Their “gayness” satisfied without being persecuted
or killed
for touching a loved one.
To offer their “virginity” to the god of fertility
For worship
To show off
Prestige and status involved.
To treat orgasm-deprived women
of so-called “hysteria”
To “enhance couple relationships”
As a “sexual aide”
But
For discovery and pleasure
Only now?
Dildos are shown as an item
of female liberation
of gay men’s freedom
the power of owning
our bodies and pleasure
no shame or secrets
no holding in anymore
no frustration.
However, again, dildos
infertile and dead
unable to spread STDs
and to leave us pregnant
they also leave us lonely
with their cold touch
their emotional emptiness
their lack of affection and intimacy
that leaves us thirsty
with a thirst unquenched
for human touch
a human connection
a human that penetrates us and fills us
with love.
Dildos
the word
out of frustration cums
to me
to my mind and
out of my pen and my lips.
Lies
they are for me
that they will cure my frustration
cause they can never replace
what I yearn and I lack
an actual relation
with a partner that loves me
satisfies me
not only physically
through orgasmic
warm
wild
passionate
kiss-filled
cuddle-filled
bare and naked skin-filled
touch
rush
flood
of blood
and feelings
and love
that I can never find in a heartless
dull
dildo
that I can buy and dispose
unlike a person I love
a person that
loves
ME.
Frustration it is
the meaning the word
“dildo”
carries within me
cause it can never go in
completely
inside
of me.
But who do I kid?
Who do I mock?
When even what they try to mirror
the real skin
warm, inner constant flowing blood,
alive ones, don’t
just don’t go
I can never get one
to go all the way through
the pain there
something, there
like a wall
that I
that I can’t
just break through.
I can’t
break
through.
I suffer
I cry
I fear
what can I do
to fully fill others
if I can’t
make it cum
all the way
in
inside me
inside this lonely woman
inside this
sex
love
affection
pleasure
dopamine
deprived woman
I can’t ?
Why,
I can’t…
Can’t I?
That is why
dildos
are a synonym of frustration to me
dildos
what are they
to you?
to humanity?

Read Poem: Rug Amongst the Rubble by Laura Stephenson

They lay on it naked
smoking when they first married
young, in love, carefree
Baby crawled and took his first steps
And mother chased sister with a slipper when she spilled sweet tea causing a stain in the corner
Countless family and friends had walked its pattern
shoes off, feet sinking in
Discussions, tears, arguments
shy whispers and laughter
All seeped into the fibres
Years of love, of loss, of life

The red trucks came on a Tuesday morning
The baby, now 23, was never seen again.

Read Poem: You were never mine by Sara Blake

1-12-19 :

You said you’d want me forever
But we both know that’s a lie
I’m just on the back burner
I was a side, you were never my guy

I don’t know what I’m doing here
I’ve buried myself too deep
However you’ve made it clear
That I’m only in second seat

Is this the torment and pain
That momma warned me about
Knowing I’ll never be main
Because boys know how to tell lies from their pretty little mouths

I’ve done what I vowed not to do
I cried for a boy, many years ago
This is how deep I’ve let you burry your roots
Since I actually shed tears once more

It’s all been one big lie
You say you want me
But you have plans for her
You say you adore me
But your feelings for her you only deferred

It’s almost like you were programmed
To make me fall
I can’t believe I let you in
I gave you my all

With those eyes you looked at me
And me melt
With those lips you kissed me
And made me feel things I hadn’t felt
With those ears you heard
Between the lines that I spoke
Taking in every word
Using them on my heart, with many pokes

I should’ve sticked to that path
The lines between us were once defined
My heart is hurting from the aftermath
Simply knowing you were never mine

Watch the JANUARY 2019 Poetry Readings

Best of January readings performed by Val Cole

Poetry Reading: by Bare Imagination by Gabriel Saldie

Poetry Reading: Saint – Kathleen my Mum by Patricia Poulos

Poetry Reading: The Bombing of Tabriz by Mary Freericks

Poetry Reading: Dan’s Bogey Wall by Si Baker

Poetry Reading: Run Mama Run by Ruth AKA Rhscribbles

Poetry Reading: Unanswered Call by TAK Erzinger

Read Poem: Fear by Nishant Gang

Figment of mind or a horror for real?
Eclectic emotion bearing a dark seal,
A poisonous fruit that is hard to peal,
Remember how it made you feel?

Preying on our weakness and our emotion,
Crippling our every notion, it grows…
A never ending, never dying poison,
It runs deeper than our mighty oceans.

How to end it? Is the right question,
Some say by facing it, some say through devotion,
It starts by the act of confession,
To end it’s rein, to end it’s possession.

Every Fear is different in itself,
No one knows it better than yourself,
However to win over it you need the same tool,
Fear fear for it turns you into a fool.

Genre:- Fear
Writer:- Nishant Gang
Blog:- The Poet and the Pen