Category: poet

Read Poetry: FiVe YeArS aFTeR, by Sara Thomas

You were born
Five years after
I was broken,
And you grew
Inside my emptiness

I loved you
From day one,
I kept busy
With your neediness

I held you
Close to me,
I was scared
Of my fearfulness

You grew up
The years flew,
You were tired
Of my sadness

You were smart
The world your oyster,
I was embarrassed
By my unworldliness

You became a man
The pride I felt,
Gave me strength
In my loneliness

You grew old
At last you
Understood me
And I could rest
In my peacefulness

#parenting #love #loss #family #mental health #poetry #life #peace #forgiveness #acceptance #childhood #relationships #identity #grieving #hope #growing up #mothers

Read Poetry: Grief is the price we pay for love, by Abi May

I screamed today.

A silent scream.

Nobody saw.

Nobody heard.

I clenched my fists

And breathed in deep

A silent scream

Nobody saw.

Nobody heard.

There were no words.

None to speak

None to say.

I closed my eyes

Shut them tight

My face was creased

And stretched

Muscles tense

But soundless

My silent scream

Came from the heart

From a place so deep

There are no words

I didn’t cry

I just bore down

I screamed alone

Without a sound

There is no why

Nor where and how

For what, it can’t be said

But for whom.

I screamed today.

A silent scream.

For her, that dearest one

The one who now is dead.

Theme: Death and bereavement.

From Abi May – http://www.avalleyjournal.co.uk

A poem I wrote in one of the moments of deep grief. Both of my children (Pax and Catherine) have passed away before me. A mother’s worst agony is to bury her childre

Read Poetry: Confessions, by Lizardin Bain

You say I’m pretty. You say I’m kind,

But does it ever cross your mind,

That you’re being awfully abusive.

 

Of course, it doesn’t. Why it should?

The nicest words they never could,

Hurt anyone or be intrusive.

 

And people think so, and my brain,

It tries to cope, but all in vain.

My heart prefers to be preclusive.

 

You sing those tunes without a care,

You fail to see that I can’t bear,

The notes that sound to me illusive.

 

I understand that I am flawed,

But all I see is brutish fraud,

Who is as rude as he’s delusive.

 

I do not trust when someone says:

“I fell in love in three short days.”

It’s highly doubtful and allusive.

 

Your words are brining only pain,

They are constricting, like a chain,

And I can hardly take your glee.

 

But you’re urging me to stay,

And not allowing me to say,

My desperate, urgent plea.

The anger hops up to the front,

You end up sliced. You end up burnt,

You cuss, you spit, you flee.

 

I ‘m left alone. I’m left unbound.

Denied a voice, denied a sound,

Like cursed, unwanted sea.

 

I curl inside. I close the door,

Refuse to roar and feeling sore,

I throw away the key.

 

And I am failing to confess,

And I am failing to express –

How love confessions hurt me.

Genre: love, relationship, hurt, another point of view, confession, sad

Read Poetry: Notion, by Lucrezia Mancini Nardi

Once thin skinned like orchid petals all
frustration was mistaken for tears.
Then resilience took over so to cry
only having the feeling of no amend.

So far bones resounded metal cold,
lack of nearness is not about fears
but to save weeping for better times,
trying to roll over any sign of dead-end.

Whether eyes or not drops come from
They’re salty stories and may reveal
promises made to oneself but unkept in life
like the notion tears fall not at our command.

– I own all rights to this poem –

Lucrezia Mancini Nardi

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: Senses, by Eric Garner

Your pure beauty

Triggers my sense

Your everlasting laugh

Turns my days from gloomy

Your lovely smile

Sends me flying for miles

Sweet voice

Makes my heart warm

Your tasteful lips

Make me grasp you

Holding you tighter

Feeling your heartbeat

Holding my hands

Whisper in my ear

I know you’re near

Wipe my tears

Falling down my face

You hug me

Filling my body

With your joyful embrace

I touch your body

Not feeling sorry

You hold on to me

Never wanting me to let go

Cause there’s still more

To this show

Ya Know?

Baby Love

I’ll send out white doves

Shove me against a wall

Even though you aren’t that tall

Climb up on me

Kiss me deeply

Touch my body

Carefully

I’m sensitive

End my night

Start my day

I’ll be your knight

I promise I’ll stay.

Eric Danladi Garner Jr.

Read Poetry: IF YOU COULD FIX ME, by Melissa R. Mendelson

If somebody could fix me, 

I wouldn’t know where to begin.  

The mechanics of my heart 

might be beyond repair, 

and the confusion in my brain  

may have erased any hopes 

of remembering the dreams 

that I wanted to create. 

Glue might hold my body together,  

but what about the sadness       

that lies in my soul? 

What about the regret and anger  

that flow through my very veins, 

or the lack of passion I feel? 

Do I even want to be fixed? 

Am I just a machine that could be repaired 

with all my flaws taken away, 

or is time pulling me apart? 

What if they can’t put me back together again?  

I’m left holding pieces of myself.