Category: poetry

Thanksgiving, Poetry by Karen A. Valencia

 

I count the grapevines on the tablecloth,
Twenty-six twine on my side by the broth.
I count the bubbles in the champagne glass
And dread the moment Mom starts to give thanks.
We hold hands to form a shatterproof chain,
I spot the rusty link but I restrain
Myself. I am thankful, I am. Yeah sure.
Dear brother, you’re home, you have found a cure.
Oh, they all stood to kiss you! They don’t smell
The stench of penitentiary, the hell
That you dragged in with the crushed autumn leaves.
A “brand new man” yet I do not believe.
But let’s go around! Why not, let’s have more
Empty chatter. Go on, tell Dad to pour
Us the dessert wine. We can spin like this,
Ignoring the taste of ash and grit.
I smile and nod, try not to bear my teeth.
Our vacuumed rugs hide the dirt underneath.
There’s still some laughter when I rearrange
The pie crumbs into star maps. We exchange
A polite “bless you” when we share a sneeze
But I won’t stretch to look above my knees.
Back then, I swear I thought you to be brave,
We’d tip toe in the dark to stay up late.
But now, a fallen statue cracked by sin,
I finally see your tattooed, human skin.
I cringe with shame as family leaves the room.
A twisted guilt somehow ensnares me too.
Just like these grapevines connecting like dots,
Every year we’ll tangle til’ we rot.
 
Genre: Life, Society
 

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Sins of Life, Poetry by Ashly Kuether

 Rain falling heavy, on mud covered soldiers.
Cold and shivering, cries of thunder.
Forevermore, these lifelong battles.
Men heard screaming and shouting “Take cover!”

Weapons clanking and clangourous by their sides.
Deafening cracks, moonstone-yellow light.
Hissing and Zipping, missiles in the sky.
Wind slashed their faces, as they put up a fight.

Blood covered soil, deathly divide.
Heaven forbid, what’s become of these lives.

 
Genre: Life, Society
 

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Stars, Poetry by NKB

 

People often compared stars with,
Love.
They collide and destroy, Merciless
They burn out for life. Selfless
But, stars always were about balance.
I started creating my universe,
When I think of stars, all my mind can show,
Is an embedded verse.
A verse that always had been a curse,
To the fool, to the strong.
Not to the weak, no.
The one that isn’t delusional of vulnerability,
The verse.
|When you look up to the stars,
You see hope. Light.
Yellow color in the night,
Wasn’t of the stars.
It was you, your soul. Your scars.
Your hope. Pain of your sane.
You’re yellow paint…
But it’s fact that the stars are dead.
Not even paint can take the pain away. Not even the end.
It’s delusional.
That’s love.|
The thought that was forced on me,
But oh my mind, don’t you think
Love is something blue, not yellow.
I never understood your ways,oh friend.
This isn’t love.
It’s the size,
Size of the delusion you carry,
To make your own feet weary.
This ain’t love,
Stars are just delusional
Masks of hope.
We put on our face, bright eyes, with glitters and grace.
Symbol of balance.
It’s not shiny sparkling twinkles that crawls up my skin,
And give me nightmares, as sweet as a dream.
As real as reality.
My vulnerability.
It’s the thing I see the most,
That reminds me what love isn’t,
For a timeless soul, I’m just a broken host.
That beautiful things cannot be touched.
Broken things that don’t shine, cannot be compared to love,
Unless the delusion paints it in lighter shade, so he won’t fade.
Then they are loved the most,
For shining the lights of yellow seeping through your scars.
Darkest parts are hidden blue.
The starry night, when you see the end.
That hope stays far away and dead.
It’s not my yellow paint, it’s red

-NKB

 
Genre: Death, sad, philosophical
 

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The Red Thread, Poetry by jodyboots

 Inspirational poem by jodyboots:

The Red Thread

Every day we live and try our best to be magnificent as we push on,

Some will concede to the evil dark beast, reasoning they are merely pawns.

Those that have accepted hatred are doomed,

Retiring into eternity clawing at their souls to validate needing gloom.

Not understanding heaven’s bright drawings,

The Soul’s source of salvation for all.

Bright stars light up the darkened night skies,

Forming elusive messages like waterfalls.

When deciphered become all our souls’ norm.

As time passes by and memories fade,

We will always be one thru the Red Thread.

 

 

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The Denial of an Ageing Disgrace, Poetry by Matthew Nicholson

 Where’s the fucking rizla’s man
I just need a fucking smoke
to take the edge off
starting with just one almighty toke.
This week’s been shit
I have to say, today’s been much the same
let’s smoke ’til I can’t see her face
and can’t recall their names.

She said that I’m an addict.
Yeah, what does she fucking know
a few pills every weekend
and a little bit of blow.
A spliff for breakfast every day
to help me on my feet
and a couple more at bedtime,
but that’s just to help me sleep.

Beers with the lads at dinner time
before it’s back to work
and a swift one after clocking off.
It’s an early finish perk.

I love my life! There’s nothing wrong!
I’ll never change a thing!
There isn’t a drinking game exists
that I can’t fucking win!

How could she ever understand
or find ways to forgive?
She must think I’m some
useless selfish bastard fucking div!

There are thing I tried to tell her,
but how could I ever say –
I think of ways to end my life
about fifteen times a day.

She never lets me see the kids
it breaks my fucking heart!
She says I’m unpredictable,
but she knew that from the start.

School, foster homes and prison
none of it did me no good
I was born and dragged up fighting.
Surviving any way I could!

I’ve been this way from being fourteen
life will never be no different.
Pissed and stoned forever
from a forty plus delinquent.

Genre:
Addiction, Family, Rhyme, Dark, Dark, Honest, Life, Angry, Emotional, Character poem

Matthew Nicholson
@nicholsonpoet

 

 

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A Secret From Hell, Poetry by Holly Cook

 A taunting secret,
I must keep.
It constantly haunts me
even as I sleep.
I tucked it way down
in the deep,
but to the surface
it begins t slowly creeps.

Lives will be lost
if this demon gets out.
So into my pillow,
this secret, I shout.

I am very trustworthy
at keeping things silent,
but this horrendous thing
is making me violent.

Someone I know
got weak, you see,
and those vicious words
were passed to me.

I made a promise
not to tell.
Now, my once happy life
is unwanted hell.

Genre: Life

 

 

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AWAKENING, Poetry by Chelle Y. Stuart

 
JULY 18, 2016

SHELTERED FROM AIR & LIGHT, DARKNESS ENVELOPS WHAT IS LEFT OF MY SOUL
HEAVY, ECHOES OF MY LABORED BREATHING ARE THE ONLY SOUND.NOW.
HOLLOW I AM, MY FEEBLE & WEAKENED SHELL EATEN ALIVE BY THE PITS OF HELL
DISTANT & FOREIGN IS MY VOICE WHEN I TRY TO SPEAK, NOBODYS LISTENING

IN THIS PLACE I HAVE BEEN EVERYTHING AND I AM NOTHING, HOW CAN I EXIST?
RESULTS OF A FRACTURED MIND, MY SURVIVAL, MY DEMISE, IT IS MY PSYCHOSIS
IT IS MY EVERY FEAR & WORRY BALLED UP INSIDE ME, RETRACTING FROM ITSELF
THIS TANGLED MESS HAS BEEN MY SURVIVAL & MY STRENGTH, WHAT HAS KEPT ME ALIVE.

I HAVE BEEN HERE IN THIS PLACE FOR SO LONG THAT I DON’T WANT TO COME OUT
THE LIGHT WILL HURT MY EYES THE AIR WILL BURN MY LUNGS, SO I STAY
DAYS, MONTHS, YEARS COULD HAVE PASSED BY NOW, THERE IS NO WAY TO TELL
I AM HOLDING ONTO LIFE WITHOUT REALIZING THAT I AM ALSO HOLIDNG ONTO DEATH

SO I GIVE IN & TRY TO TRUST WHAT LIES ABOVE ME, NOT YET BELIEVING
JUST DECIDING TO TRY & STEP AWAY FROM THE DARK PLACE TO SEE IF I CAN
TO FEEL WHAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN, TO KNOW IF I WILL PERISH BECAUSE OF IT
MY BODY ACHES FROM BEING IN THIS POSITION, MY MIND IS FOGGY & UNCLEAR
THE PAIN IN MY CHEST BECOMES GREATER & MY VISION PLAYS OUT LKE A MOVIE

FADING IN & OUT, SOUNDS NOT PRIMARY JUST BACKGROUND NOISE, A FILLER
EVERY SENSE EVENTUALLY HEIGHTENED, COLORS SO VIBRANT, I CAN ALMOST FEEL AGAIN
THINGS FEEL STRANGE YET FAMILIAR, HAVE I BEEN TO THIS NEW PLACE BEFORE?
I AM UNSURE, UNSTEADY, I FEEL SO OUT OF PLACE HERE CAN’T I JUST GO BACK?

I WANT TO RETREAT BUT I AM BLOCKED, A FORCE STRONGER THAN I WONT LET ME
IT’S TOO HARD TO LIVE HERE, I WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR HOW TO EXIST HERE

I AM TOO TIRED TO FIGHT THIS, SO I HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT I AM WHAT IS NOW
I AM NOT WHAT I WAS AND CANNOT BE WHAT WILL BE, JUST WHAT IS NOW
HERE, WHERE TIME HASN’T STOPPED I MUST REMEMBER HOW TO DO THIS AGAIN
I AM AFRAID, I AM LOST, I AM ALONE JUST AS I WAS IN THE DARK PLACE
ONLY HERE I AM NOT REALLY ALONE AND I DESPISE THE CHATTER, ITS TOO LOUD
MAYBE I WONT HAVE TO STAY HERE TOO LONG, I WANT TO GO HOME
WHERE I WAS, WHERE I BELONG, WHERE I AM WELCOME TO STAY FOREVER

 
Genres: dark,life,fight,rebirth,spiritual
 

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Regret, Poetry by Ella Godinez

 I think that I’m starting to move on
It’s not easy but just carry on
I’ve done all the things that could distract me from thinking about him
But I just really could not get rid of my feelings towards him

My heart was broken like a glass that fell from a table
At first I thought we were unbreakable
Everything that I think about you was wrong
Didn’t know that loving you could turn out wrong

We were once so happy
When I haven’t tell you yet this kind of feelings that makes me giddy
Everytime you sit and talk to me
There’s still no awkward feeling you get when you’re with me

I now regret all the wrong decisions I made
All of the things you said cuts like a blade
You won’t even care when you see me bleed
If there’s a bidding to save me you wont bid

But hey, guess what?
Thanks for all of that
Now I know what I really want
Not a guy that would just taste a gum and spit it out

You wasted your chance
You already got me in your hands
But you still chose to break my heart
Now, goodbye,I wont be chasing a guy that has a cold stone heart

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship, Romance

 

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