
Category: poetry
Read Poem: Amethyst by Nicole Alvy
Where were you?
Were you playing hide and seek?
I waited an eternity for you.
Screaming for you to hear me from a mouth that only longed to taste you.
The sound of your voice shakes my soul.
The answers are locked away in a box that I’ll never be able to open.
I sit on a throne of hope.
Was it all a dream?
Read Poem: REMEMBERED COURSE by Iddris Nyande; Disa CLique
We were there…
When the sons gathered;
And they sang before your throne;
When a star fell beyond his own;
We were there…
Hearing every single word;
And embracing the glorious third.
It was superb…
when you moved the surfaces;
When the dust turned and there were breakages.
A void birthing life…
A man whose name is Christ…
We were there…
When the creature succumed to corruption’s folly;
And all Adam could say was if only…
“If only I remembered”
Soul,
Let me remind you
That it was you who promised the sun while the rains fell;
It was you that shouted I can;
When no one was there;
You knelt;
You wept;
You said;
I will go.
Tell them!!!
“I remember now”
That your dreams are not playground for demons and clowns;
And your feet may be trophies but not ones the dust could brown.
“I remember now”
That it’s just a world you see and not the limit they see.
You’re calcuted
Predetermined even though they assumed you’re dead.
God’s blessings overflowing;
And you are there disowning;
It’s your purpose.
Soul,
Remember how tomorrow’s Haven;
Is in your hands, glowing
Because it’s you He made and it’s you He called,
“child”
.
A pride for you,
The dignity of God.
Remember!
Read Poem: Beauty by Marc Libidinsky
She was beauty set in stone;
I couldn’t move her,
she wouldn’t moan.
She was beauty,
she was sleep.
She was beauty
held at bay –
Held by me,
some might say.
She was beauty turning wild;
though, demurring:
Never mild.
(c) Marc Libidinsky, 1/17/2019
Read Poem: Standing Here by Ms Jackson
I’ve been standing here. Informal, without my
head bowed, fingers unlocked, shoes on and eyes
open. But I’ve come as humble as I know how. You
see, my heart is grateful for your touch, and in as
much, I honor you. we as your people come to give you praise
never hesitating to say thank you! But sometimes
we’re ashamed to admit just how much we really need you.
We’ve been praying for peace, power and
protection, We’ve been frustrated without regret..
some have cried at the top of their lungs and yet
you’ve seem so far away. And everyday our hearts
longs for something to say just to get your
attention.
We often find ourselves dizzy from walking in
circles and when we try to run, our feet pounds the
sounds of echoes and foot prints are embedded in
hells surface from a heavy heart, a heavy soul and
all kinds of strong holds. Never stopping to
consider that we make the angels jealous…and we
got satan wishing he had another chance do what
we do. But at times our knees get weak and prayer
tends to be the last option we cater to. So we
encounter adoption papers of void fillers and
periodic pain killers to change our frame of
thought. We lay in emergency rooms for hours on
hours waiting on a cure for brokenness and an
antidote to sub-comb our stress. And we repent, in
attempt to apologize. And countless times our sin
has brought tears to your eyes. How soon do we
forget, where our help comes from. And at some
point in time our minds take note of our souls that
could be dangling from a rope. and with hope, we
return to you. Finally, there you are…arms open
wide waiting patiently in line or like a rainbow after
the storm or a silver lining not mistaken for a
shooting star..Inspite of what we’ve done,
darkness is just the space without the sun. See
God, society has tought us to see before we speak,
which turns our faith from you. and in lieu of what
we’ve been through, it often seems like the right
thing to do. But today, today we declare not to
leave like we came. We’ll exhaust ourselves in
exalting you. We vow to worship inspite of what
we’re going through, so when the day is done, the
battles been fought and the victory won. We know
even in the solitude of that 12 hour. you were
there. And because You so loved the world, we so
love you, we thank you for favor and the
abundance of your care. The tears that you so
gently wipe away. The second chances times
infinity. New mercies everyday. When my sins
should’ve sent me to hell, your blood covered me,
like the nails that tore your skin, broke your bones
just for me, to right my wrongs. For me…for we,
for us, You did it. As the cat of 9 tails stripped
away your human rights for the pleasure of agony,
you took the pain you were destine to bare. And
we dare to complain about life ain’t fair.
Nevertheless, here we are…standing. Sometimes
out of pain, when we’ve had all we can take, blood
pressure high, sugar low, broken hearted and
pennyless, feeble minded, weak in our souls, sinful
natured, vicious vocals, careless actions, unworthy
vessels, here we are. Exercising our rights of
worship. Of praise, in these last days, God, please
keep us. Draw us nearer, we plead for intercession
because we know not what we do. Know us,
strengthen us, we are desperate for change. As we
stand here. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
Read Poem: REAPER, by Tamar Brooks
Your presence darkens heart’s delight
As you appear on wings of night
The aura of finality
The only shred of certainty.
You come to take from we who live
What we are not prepared to give
Yet I fear not twelve times twenty-three;
Why should I have fear of thee?
It may ne’er be understood
What dwells beneath your inky hood
This shroud of fearful superstition
Forbids the light of intuition.
However true this case may be,
I see a similarity:
No individual represents
A single purpose or intent.
In other words, one soul is named
A hundred ways and lives the same.
A father is a husband, too
So it must also be with you.
Harbinger of raw despair,
Cause for unexpected care,
Pain and suffering’s liberator,
Sudden heartbreak’s cold curator,
The ending steps of every path,
Respondent to a moment’s wrath,
Uninvited company
Into hearts that once were free,
The only constant life reveals,
Desperate hope when fate congeals,
Irrevocable backup plan,
Last regret of every man,
Faceless worry in the night,
Depression lurking out of sight,
Messenger who can’t be shot,
Reminder of what we are not,
Source of sudden inspiration,
Call for reconciliation.
These titles only indicate
A portion of your nature’s state.
You mean but to fulfill a task
Whose ultimate purpose can’t be asked.
Read Poem: I FEAR THE WAKE by CASSIE M. HUFFMAN
DEEP THE NIGHTMARES BURNING BRIGHT
DO I PRAY THE QUICKNESS OF A REPEATED AND ABUSIVE DELIGHT?
MY BREATH HAS BEEN STOLEN, MY COMPOSURE ALL LOST
MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, OVER A SELF -MUTILATION PATH I HAD CROSSED
UNAWARE OF THE THOUGHTS DAY BEFORE I HAD LAIN
TO CAUSE THESE SWEATS, AND THOUGHTS INTENDED NOT FOR THE SANE
THE TREMBLES, THE SHAKES, OH WHY? OH HOW LONG?
HOW LONG CAN ONE ENDURE AN OVERPLAYED SONG?
I WILL THE NIGHTMARES, I WILL THE FEAR
I FEEL SAFE IN THE DARKNESS; SHADOWED BY THE SORROW I WEAR
THIS BURDEN I CARRY, AS MY SCRATCHES HAVE IMBED
WHO WOULD EVER BELIEVE I’M SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD?
I WILL TO SLEEP ALL NIGHT THROUGH
FOR MY WELL BEING’S SAKE
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD ARE OVERDUE
FOR AN ETERNAL SILENCE OVERTAKE
I NEED THE TERROR, I NEED SOME REST
MY HEART WILL NO LONGER BEAT INSIDE OF MY CHEST
I SHALL RIP IT OUT, OH THE BLOOD IT WILL CAST
AN UNINTERUPTED AND INFINITE NIGHTMARE AT LAST..
Read Poem: SHADOW LIFE by Keith Mark Gaboury
Last night I dreamt
my indoor shadow
fucked Mary’s outdoor shadow
so out popped
a shadow baby who unlocked
my front door to suckle
under the local lemon tree. How wonderful
to pluck a yellow world and squeeze
its juice into my descendent’s shadow eyes:
he needed to feel shadow pain
grind down his brain.
After mom screamed pellets
to the police, I ran my shadow joy
through a Golden Gate cloud
where the juice burned holes
into the bridge’s red metal, red
like a balloon casting
an urban shadow on Telegraph Hill
when I wake up and assault
my heart up that incline.
After a trolley car
steamrolls over my shadow
at the summit, I drag my bare self
to meet Mary at the sperm bank.
Am I broke? Mary smiles.
She knows my worth.
Read Poem: Scars by Carmen Rambally
Sharp, piercing and an unforgettable shine
Fierce and poignant, never missing
Flashes of red, dripping and dripping
No escape and surrounded forever
By a scar you will regret later
Is my body scarred?
Or is it my vision?
Is it the memory?
Or is it the feeling?
Staring back at me and into my soul
My soul, now left with a huge hole
But I’m reminded
About the vision, memory and feeling
All through a scar
Or should I call this
A stolen moment of my worth
A worth which I left alone
Leaving myself to sit and condone
Now my scar has left me with a lesson
Dear myself, always win against depression
GENRE: Society, depression, self harm, anger, sadness, painful, motivational
Read Poem: Lost Love by Abby Petrich
There are people all around you hugging, laughing, crying, and sharing all the memories. The only thing you can think about is not your friends because you know you’ll see them again, but the person standing a few feet in front of you. A tear runs down your cheek when a tear falls from theirs. You both open your arms. You walk toward their open arms. You’re thinking about all those times you had together and how they’re coming to an end. You hold on a little too tightly. You never want to let go, but at one point you must.
They tell you to keep in touch. “I will,” you mumble. They’re about to say something, but before they can get out their true feelings, your friends run up and pull you away saying something about a party. As you’re being dragged away, you look back, seeing that person just stand there with another tear falling.
An hour later, you’re in the backseat of your parent’s car. You look out the back window to see him running out the building, waving. You wave back knowing this moment will probably be the last time you will ever see him. You wave until he’s just a speck in the distance. You turn around and take a deep breath. Another tear falls as you look out the window with the rain falling heavily and everything flashing by.
Your mother turns and looks at you. “So are you ready for school, getting out on your own and college boys?”
All you have to say is “sure.” All you can think about, though, is those past four years.
You’re going to school in the fall. They’re going across the country.
You text for a while, but you are both too busy to get together.
Five months later, you get the first call. You talk for briefly twenty minutes.
Another five months go by, you get a letter. You write back.
A year later… Nothing. Another year… Nothing.
You search social media. You can’t find anything under their name.
You’ve officially lost touch. You can’t help but wonder where in the world is that person? Who are they with? Are they thinking about you? Do they even remember you and those four years? Sure, you’ll meet new people, but nothing like that one person. You’ll never know what could have been. It’s that one person you always wanted to be in your life.
Ten years go by and it seems like that life was from a different lifetime. It seems like a thousand years ago. You’re not even sure if they’re alive or with a family. Not a day goes by you don’t think of him. You watch the news. A girl you knew from school recently died from cancer. Another two people you knew are now professional football players.
You’re driving your kids to school. You see a homeless man on the side of the road, you remember you knew them as well. You felt bad for him, but every person you see that you knew only reminds you of that one person. Another tear falls. Your baby girl in the backseat asks, “mommy, what’s wrong?”
You say, “nothing.” Then you say to your kids, “never let time pass you by. Be thankful for every moment. Never regret something or someone that once made you smile. Time is too short. You have something to say, say it!”
The little girl says, “okay mommy,” although she doesn’t quite understand.
Junior year, your baby girl is going to homecoming and prom. She reminds you of yourself in school. One day, she tells you about this new boy who is always flirting and waiting for her in the halls. She tells you she asked him out. He said “yes.” She tells you that she had to do it before he moved on. Again, you think of all those memories you had. Although you love your life now, sometimes you secretly wish you could go back and do things differently.
Of course, time flies by and now you’re sitting there watching your baby girl walk down the aisle. She’s marrying her high school love, the one she told you about junior year. You’re happy for her, you really are, but you can’t help but feel a tad bit jealous. You think of him again. Another tear falls.
If you’re lucky, when you’re old, you and that person run into each other for the first time in 40 years. Last time you saw each other was graduation day. You sit down for coffee, catch up on each other’s’ lives, tell each other the feelings you were too afraid to say in high school and fall in love all over again.
But that rarely ever happens…