39 WORDS, Poetry by Josslyn Rae Turner

birth family childhood friendship learn explore

adult love sex family children parent

dreams build break broken torn

tears anger fight affliction

Genre: Dark, Depression

 

39 Words

By

Josslyn Rae Turner  

 

birth family childhood friendship learn explore

adult love sex family children parent

dreams build break broken torn

tears anger fight affliction

 

birth family childhood friendship learn explore

abuse bully hate destroy

darkness deep hell within

struggle

no

more

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The scent and sound of your beautiful soul, Poetry by Gordana Frgačić

Today
I was woken up
By the scent
Of your soul

Genre: Romance, Relationship, Love

The scent and sound of your beautiful soul
by Gordana Frgačić

 

Today
I was woken up
By the scent
Of your soul
You weren’t even near me
But I inhaled you
Through every pore
Of my skin
I floated
For a while
On the soft layers
Of your beautiful soul
Suddenly
I smiled
And I knew
Your soul just started to sing

 

 

 

 

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DUST PILES, Poetry by Monique Haden

Sometimes we hold things in silence because

we have no clue where else to keep them.

Push and push with all my might to shove these

things deep inside my memory to form dust piles.

Let the edges tatter; set flame to it all. Feed the

fire, hear the crackles; watch the smoke signals.

Genre: Life, Society

DUST PILES
by Monique Haden

Sometimes we hold things in silence because

we have no clue where else to keep them.

Push and push with all my might to shove these

things deep inside my memory to form dust piles.

Let the edges tatter; set flame to it all. Feed the

fire, hear the crackles; watch the smoke signals.

Watch fragments align and form tiny goodbyes to past hurts.

 

We twist memories making them realities when similarities are far and few.

I applaud my memory for its picky choosing to

hang onto some clips so vividly and turning some

such ashy shades of black and grey it’s hard to make out anything worth something.

 

It plays tricks on me making bigger deals

out of things that should be forgotten…

pulling bed sheets over my eyelids, heavily

blanketed slumbers bring flashbacks.

 

Oh, the vivid artistry of this complex mind: why

must you hang onto things worth trashing and

forget all the tiny threads that bound you together

each time you broke? Makin’ friends with the dust

piles, seeking comfort in the messes. Trying to

keep your fists clenched. Keeping palms clean

through the madness just so when it’s time to

interlock grips with someone you love, your pain

doesn’t stain their fingerprints…

 

I wanna learn to get my hands dirty if it means letting go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FACTORY OF DREAMS, Poetry by Katarina Jovcevska

You are my motivation

Simply,crazy inspiration

When I am in love

I hear the music in my heart

Every time.

Genre: Romance, Relationship, Love

 

 FACTORY OF DREAMS
by  Katarina Jovcevska

 

 

You are   my  motivation

Simply,crazy  inspiration

When I am in love

I hear  the music in my  heart

Every time.

 

You  are the reason to write

When  I think of you  day and night

I can do  a miracle

If just  one word

To adore and explore

I feel  that I soar

So highly  above this  horizon

You are so magical

And  Love  is so beautiful.

 

I imagine your  face

I am touching your grace

Let your kiss  comes to my lips immediately

Be my wonderful peace

Through the whole galaxy

Let catch you  my poetry

When your name I  am whispering

Let me be the happiest being

Which you have never seen

In  my factory of dreams.

 

 

 

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Genius In Me, Poetry by Thato Pricey Ratlotlong

I intend to reach the universe without losing my soul

I’m the Great Grandson of the Forefathers

Like those four sons who were left by their four fathers

I will claim & protect my birth right

From the East to the West, its dawn then comes night

Genre: Rhyme, History, Identity

 

Genius In Me

 

I intend to reach the universe without losing my soul

I’m the Great Grandson of the Forefathers

Like those four sons who were left by their four fathers

I will claim & protect my birth right

From the East to the West, its dawn then comes night

 

The soil keeps the flash of those before us

We can’t all speak the so called universal language

Its jewel that brightens up our Africa

Before the sun came to pass.

Trust in your native self, and write the next page

 

We are caged, by our thoughts

We are lost! We can’t see the Genius in Us

Their tombs are engraved the words that fought

Our weakness

The Pyramids sculptured that which is taught

Our inventions

Fallen Kings, still cry for their kingdoms

They never trusted the Genius in Us

 

Tremor shook, we stood

Unveiling the thoughts we never understood

Encrypt the codes of poverty

Decode the codes of poetry

Revising the education Africa taught

Regain the genius you lost

I Am the Great Grandson of our Forefathers,

Genes of their Nature is with Me,

I Am the fruit birthed by our Godly Mothers

I have their Genius In Me
– Thato Ratlotlong

 

Twitter: @Priceythato

 

 

 

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DIGNIFIED PERSON = DISABLED PERSON, Poetry by Donna De Guglielmo

GOD’S precious life

At any age

A life worth living

A life worth knowing

Anyone who knows one is lucky

Genre: Disabilities, Abilities, Faith, Spirituality, Anxiety,

DIGNIFIED PERSON = DISABLED PERSON
by Donna De Guglielmo

GOD’S precious life

At any age

A life worth living

A life worth knowing

Anyone who knows one is lucky

Has been graced with a present/presence from God

Has a gracious heart

A life worth cherishing

A life worth healing

Is a true humble hero

 

 

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Unwanted Anger, Poetry by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

Genre: Anger, Angst, Personality, Pressure, Personal Fears

Unwanted Anger
by Holiday Chua

Threads of dark whispers seep into my skin;
Clouds of red came blurring in;
My vision turns black and flickers to red…
One knife, one soul bloody dead.

A mere apology turns into an excuse;
I know those reasons are overused;
The lot they share and memories they bear,
Wiped out to oblivion as they scare.

No mortal could feign the anger inside;
How, oh how would even I—
Blind the perils of thought and sin,
To kill was the anthem hidden within!

This was me in another persona—
The buried, the lost, and the hidden,
Surfaced to life by triggers of heat,
A trigger I so long wanted to keep.

No one could see this,
No one should know;
Stop spying on me!
Go with the flow.

For whatever is within me,
I shall simmer it down;
Unless I fail,
To keep me calm.

© Holiday
(Written this 22nd of March 2016)

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UNCLE, THIS IS WAR PAINT, Poetry by Kimberly Cruz-Alvarado

I.
I am a girl
I am a daughter of fire
I am made of explosions and stardust
My mind is made of galaxies
My bloodstream is made out of sun rays
My body is electricity

Genre: inspirational and feminist

Uncle, this is war paint
by Kimberly Cruz-Alvarado

“I.
I am a girl
I am a daughter of fire
I am made of explosions and stardust
My mind is made of galaxies
My bloodstream is made out of sun rays
My body is electricity

II.
In fairy tales, I am the princess who saves herself
I melted my gold crown into a sword
The one I used to slay the dragon outside my tower
I radiate power

III.
You think you can tame me?
You think I am a princess?
No, honey, I am a queen and I am the king
Remember, that I gave you everything.

IV.
Your mother bore you into this life
She carried and nurtured you to good health
Your father busted a nut and left her
How dare you
Treat women as if they are beneath you.

V.
I think what is often misunderstood is how both genders are equal
Women were not born with enough testosterone to equal a man’s physical strength
Men were not born with enough estrogen to equal a woman’s endurance of physical pain
Both genders possess the equal amount of strengths and weaknesses
And vary between the given situation

VI.
When I told my classroom in 2nd grade that I wanted to be a firefighter everyone laughed
I went home and cried because all I wanted to do was save lives
My mother held me close and whispered magic
She said, “Mi amor, you can be anything.”
And still to this day, I have to replay her words because I am terrified of forgetting it
Because there are moments in my life where I forget that being female should never hold me back
That despite the burden my gender has carried for centuries, we have always persevered
That being female does not make me weak.

VII.
When you command me to accept that my purpose is to cater to the men in our family
You are telling me that my life is not mine
You are telling me that all this potential I have on the tips of my fingers are a waste
You are telling me that I am not human
That my dreams will only be dreams
But did you know that you can kill the dreamer, but you cannot kill the dream
You cannot kill my dreams
And I am not sorry when I defy you
You cannot burn me with your lightning bolts
You cannot silence me with your thunderstorms
This should not be war
But I have never been afraid to fight for what is right”

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The Novice and the Goddess, Poetry by Erik Thomas

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

Genre: Fantasy, Love Story

 

The Novice and the Goddess
by Erik Thomas

 

Dream, let your emotions stream…

…Across the seam of a border to a greater being

Brought together by a greater means…

…The proper pronunciation of the letters L-O-V and E

 

Question…

 

When was the last time you met your match…?

Let me explain, this object of sentiment who puts your whole mind intact, a sudden awakening within, you’ve gained a drive to catch, her eye at a moments notice before your opportunity’s left…  out the door without a word, its almost unfair you see… you took a bit too long to

 

Allow me to take you on a voyage, ill explain it vocally… a lesson learned amounts to greater meaning than teaching a soul with you hope you see…?

 

That… if you don’t take me now, ill have a heart attack love

My fatal convulsions worth us not spending time in fact love

That, ive gone past the point of return, no Turning back love

Trapped in the depths of mental consumption without  fates escape route skittle path love

Theres no way to backtrack without your support Mona me

Soon you’ll see, that what we were, aint half as much as what well be…

Ill raise the rivers, move the moons, and fucking separate the sea…

Id ward off all your demons while you rest easy for the rest of eternity…

Ill show you exactly what I’ve become, If you’d come stand here next to me.

I need you love, don’t walk away… open your eyes and soon you’ll see.

 

But then she whispered the truths of her dying affection toward his hoping presence without glee…her piercing words even dropped our hopeless hero to his knees…she said. “My time here is passed, and with your obtained knowledge your undoubtedly soon the be, the most magnificent mind materialized meant for the sake love ever over the course of history.” He replied, fuck your stupid logic, just look at what you’ve done to me! Before he spoke another word, she laughed at his animosity… she said “I’ve given you the best ascension toward romantic divinity…how could you even almost deny the prospects of my wish to set you free…?” He staggered over his sentence, but he managed to get his point out clear and free… you’ve taught me how to ‘think’ and create all the things that I do see… to recognize the bounds of ones desires and how to offer them their dreams… however, the one thing you haven’t instructed was what I take in personally…my own essentials were never met, as well as the necessities… the one thing I’ve ever wanted was to make ‘you’ live so happily… you don’t get it, I wont love again, this marks the end of me, youre all I’ve ever wanted, and you’ll be all I ever need… ill say it once more as your Romeo, Juliet please don’t leave…?

I promise to god, if you walk out that door ill fucking cease to breathe…q;[

 

Her expression was unforeseen, she hadn’t expected this… her perception on what she’d done here…and all for just a kiss? She couldn’t quite see why he cared so much, or what she’d done to deserve this, she couldn’t bare to see him loveless again… but she wouldn’t  suffer through the bliss… before she motioned to speak again, she noticed a wetness on her face… a single tear slid down her warming cheek, then she noticed her mistake… apparently she showed someone who had nothing, the most excellent virtues of what ‘love’ could make… she altered an entire thought process, and then his heart was left to break, she cried the happiest tears she’d ever fathomed as he offered his hand once more to take… Then, the Goddess outreached her arm, with a bit of hesitation, how on heaven or why on earth had she created this revalation, surpassed amongst her own craft… shocked amidst the presence of his creation… a minds time consumption of true creativity is bounds for miraculous manifestation…

 

A sound seconds slower than Sadam’s Saudi Arabian invasion yet light years faster than a single inhalation pace placed to save face in case of cardio pulmonary resuscitation — she went left told him to close his eyes took a breath &blew a wind from her chest blessed with the rest of her best stuff  summoning a gust that mustv done it – err sent our hero to plummet – to death by way of ripping the soul from his chest – he expected none lessz

 

The Novice & The Goddess

 

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WHAT OF THE UNKNOWN PATH, Poetry by Maria Parent

What of the unknown path?
That gives you such an ache,
the crossroad you came to…
the step you didn’t take.

Genre: Life, Motivational

WHAT OF THE UNKNOWN PATH
~ By Maria Parent

What of the unknown path?
That gives you such an ache,
the crossroad you came to…
the step you didn’t take.

What of the unknown path?
….a regret ‘til the end?
A secret mystery
that time cannot transcend.

What of the unknown path?
You yearn for when alone…
Lost in your solitude;
Confused and on your own.

What of the unknown path?
That calmly calls you back,
with unfamiliar turns…
deep dark and often black.

What of the unknown path?
Its destination blurred,
its journey never known,
the memories not incurred.

What of the unknown path?
You may not ever know.
Instead just look forward…
as onward you must go.

 

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