Category: poetry

Read Poem: Ode to the Rose by Julia Nicole

Rose,

your beauty,

millions upon millions of petals,

how deep do you go?

Coloring of blood,

feel of velvet,

symbol of love,

though pretty,

like a prey,

you’ve got your defenses.

The way you fade,

into the color of poison,

it warns all the others,

need not inhale,

need only touch,

for with just such,

the little blades will sink,

through their pale thieving hands,

and real blood will flow.

Beauty you can’t touch,

you’re all tricky sirens,

you attract bees,

with your color,

your scent,

your intricate patterns,

enticing,

how you dance with the wind.

Genre: Ode, Love, Flowers

Read Poem: The Spiderman by Paul Wood

My neighbour was a strange man
He kept himself to himself
I saw him once in the garden
We talked across the fence

I couldn’t see him properly
He hid himself amongst the shadows
There was something strange about him
He had many eyes, legs and elbows

He spoke really eloquently
And wheezed while he conversed
This was the first time I had met him
My strange neighbour all grungy and cursed

“My name is Spiderman
I am an arachnid friend or foe
I don’t get out much at all these days
And live here all alone”

We spoke for ages that morning
About politics and food and wine
He told me all his favourite dishes
Which sounded rich, exotic and divine

“Come for dinner”, said Spiderman
“Come at half past five,
I will bake you some tasty cakes
And make you a special pie”

His strange expression did not falter
As he stared into my eyes
His grin revealed disbelieving teeth
His mouth spouted a stream of lies

“That would be really lovely”
In hindsight I was a little naive
He smiled as he slowly retracted
Into an unusual hammock he had weaved

I came to his house that evening
In my best suite and tie
The front door was already open
As I went in, the door shut firmly behind

I was conscious of music, the walls echoed it’s sound
Of a classical masterpiece a familiar stirring symphony
The needle it popped and jumped and scratched
Melodically filling the air of a hideous stench of sympathy

A voice from the end of the hall
Quietly hissed it’s demands
I headed through the last door on the right
I couldn’t resist It’s demanding charm

“Come in, come in, don’t be so shy
The table is already set
A place for one, is just as much fun”
It was a decision I was soon to regret

The room was dimly lit
With wax spilt candles of varying size
The walls adorned a shade of red
I didn’t recognise

It was un-inviting with little furniture to fill
I noticed everything was encased in dust
Other than a table, a chair, a leather couch and mirror
There was a strange and powerful odorous musk.

I sat down in his dining room
I sensed that he was near
I could see him lurking in the shadows
It was all becoming frighteningly clear

“Are you not joining me?”
I nervously enquired
“Oh yes of course” said the Spider-Man
As he poured me out a glass of wine

He danced weirdly about the room
His many limbs moving poetically across the floor
Using items of furniture to pirouette and duck and bow
Until I he stopped at a large wall mirror

“I find the aggression of each instrument, played till fingers bled,
An erotic addition to my dangerous thoughts,
It makes me aroused to what I plan to devour”
Said Spiderman to his partial reflection in the mirror.

There was no cutlery on the table
No plates of fresh baked cakes
I was all alone inside his house
I sensed a huge mistake

Before I had a chance to move
He wrapped around his legs
In my ear he whispered “don’t you struggle my pretty”
As he softly kissed my head

I trembled with fear and loathing
I was hypnotized under his spell
Around me he quickly spun his silky thread
And licked my eyeball jell

His thread became tighter and tighter
I was unable to move
I screamed at him “let me go you beast”
As he darted around the room

The Spiderman laughed hysterically
I was bound up in a webbed cocoon
I was at his mercy
Licking his lips he slowly picked up a huge spoon.

His legs darted out into the blackness
As he held onto me once again
He said, “ I invited you round for dinner’
“But I feel I need to explain”

“The cakes I never cooked
But I did say I would make you a pie
You are my lovely ingredients
It’s time to say goodbye”

He spooned out my brain juice, nibbled on my legs
And mashed up my heart and liver
He sucked on my bones until he was full
And finished me off with a stomach churning liquor

It was all too late for me I am afraid
But for your own safety you must always consider
Never ever visit the Spiderman’s house alone
If he decides to invite you round for dinner.

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Read Poem: SHATTERED by Aaliyah Salia

I am crying.
I am hurt.
I have hope,
but it’s not enough.
No one knows what I’m going through,
No one can understand why my heart is shattered.
Everyone is happy and supporting you,
and although I want to do the same,
I can’t bring myself to.
Why did you have to hurt me like this?
I loved you so much that the rumors are now burning me.
I still love you more than anything,
I just want us to meet and let you see the true beauty.
Seeing you with someone else is making me mad,
The moment I woke up, my SNS was filled with you and her.
My mind went blank,
As if I was falling into a deep, dark hole.
And my eyes stung so badly,
That in the end; after holding myself from breaking in front of everyone,
I ended up crying even more.
I just want this rumor to be a rumor.
I don’t want to confirm this.
I don’t want to believe this.
I don’t want to believe this…
Please, my love.
I love you.
I truly love.
Don’t betray me like this.
I will pray for us endlessly,
So just come back to me.

Read Poem by Teja Rk

Poem

I am best at keeping the things in order and neat but I prefer being lazy
I am expert in managing the relationships but I prefer being single.
I can afford all means of transportation but I prefer walking.
I am good at exploring new places and meeting new people but I prefer staying in my room and spend time with me.

Genre

Introvert, Solitude, philosophy

Read Poem: P A R I S by Natasha Anne Kelleher

GENRE – CITIES

On a Par is….. Paris
The Grand Dame of them all
Paris mon cherie
You are lover to us all
City Of Romance – we yearn to hear its call
The Champs Elysees – The Eiffel Tower
Pinnacles d’amour…. unashamedly we all adore

Coco Chanel, Toulose Leutrec
The Moulin Rouge its CanCan Dancers… how can we forget
Legends like Piaf that have no regrets
River Seine in the morning – then lit up at night
Imagine we are sailing on it, a lover in sight

The quartier La Marais with its boutique magasins
Pâtisseries delectable food displayed in colourful array
Coffee al fresco where lovers gaze into each other’s eyes
Then promenade to the Ritz
L’hotel that holds secrets
Of love’s arrows and inclandestine trysts

All over the world cities change
Yet Paris stays like a constant companion
Welcoming the curious, lonely and the lost
Healing and restoring them again back to sane
Recovering them resplendently from life’s hefty blame

Paris….. never fails to deliver……
A myriad of experiences setting hearts a quiver
Haute Couture Fashion feted around the globe
Excites women everywhere – teasing them, whoever they are….
To remember always…. to dare….to wear their beautiful robes

Artists still flock to the palette of the world
To dazzle, inspire and make art, our care
Whether they display their drawings dans la rue or at The Louvre
They do so with such joi di vivre and complete savoir faire

Ancient buildings sandy coloured and white
When looking upon it you could still be in another century
One of grandeur and political might
Renaissance or Baroque no matter where you look or walk
Paris… Paris…. is the city which incites us to turn curiosity’s key…..
Childlike a peep through the keyhole, then teasingly unlocked
Where we re-connect with our feelings and once again to take stock
Of lives lived, yet so much more to do,
So walk to the Arch de Triumph and stand afore it and swear
That Paris will have nurtured you once again and to pledge allegiance
To all of its secrets and the treasures found there…………….

Copyright:- Natasha Anne Kelleher 2011

Read Poem: The Courting of Death by Devin Burger

Genre: Dark Romance

I have crossed Death’s courtyard more than once,
In hopes that she will keep my heart for all the months,
For Death does love me so recklessly,
In her hesitance to claim me, accidental immortality,

What she considers reward,
Has become my double edged sword,
Every time I’ve tried to die we’ve danced through her orphic kingdom,
Before I utter once, her amaranthine lips again return me to life.

I’ve returned to the horrid living land,
Wandering lost I find myself a bench for I can barely stand,
This insufferable quandary has finally consumed my soul,
Doubled over now crying into my own hands,

Why can’t I die, why can’t I say,
That I would stand beside her every day,
How troublesome it is my hollow solitude,
Of heartbroken eternity,

For I so loved Death that I found no luster in life,
What will it take to finally end my repeated strife,
How is she so blind to how I feel for her as I’ve gone to her near ninety times,
My condemnation has reached its tantamount,

As if in answer to my tribulation, a stranger has come with murderous designs,
Against the waning moonlight his knife shines,
To commit the most apprehensive of crimes,
Thanks to this miscreant a barbarous scheme I have devised

If you should take my life, I have but one request,
Take your knife and carve a message upon my chest,
Do this deed for me I plead,
I shall give you all that I’ve accrued and sign the rights over to you.

With minor coercion, he set about his bloody work,
In finding my intricate solution, I died with a pained but knowing smirk,
Closing my eyes, I hoped for the final time,
In so few hours, I again returned to her.

In shock she saw me so freshly arrived,
My clothes matted with my blood for what I’d contrived,
Worried she rushed to alleviate my pains,
With my finger I halted her resurrecting kiss.

In her confusion, I removed my shirt so covered in gore,
That she might witness the scarlet cut message I bore,
As her gaze did alight upon my sigil,
Her lips began to quiver, and her courtly visage did fracture

Collapsing to her knees, she began to cry with such labored breath,
For unbeknownst to my most beautiful lady Death,
That I in turn did yearn for her,
And she grieved for all the decades we had lost,

I took her hand into my own and pulled her back upon her feet,
And held her close to know that we were finally complete,
I held her in a rigorous caress,
She unperturbed as my garnet ichor stained her from crown to corset,

Now she knows it’s her and only her that I admire,
For all my wanting she is all that desire,
For if I could not be with her,
Than life itself I did loathe,

Even as I bled on her, she grinned thrillingly up at me,
With my blood upon her face I wiped her red stained tears of glee,
And standing up on to her toes, with her amaranthine kiss she cured me,
Of my mortal wound and mortal heart,

This time though she kissed me with such fevered passion,
As was never before her fashion,
That I might know her answer to my question,
She pulled away and joyfully outcried Yes!,

Now our lonely eras ended, we rejoice in our finding,
That this redamancy was eternally binding,
All it took were these three words carved into flesh,
Let me stay.

Read Poem: HEAL THE WORLD by Ansh Thakur

Clone, are the souls in all the terrains
No one exotic on the pale blue spot
All feels the torment, all feels the blest
All relish the windy fall, all lingers the rains.

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Same are the features, same the binds
Of every men, women and children
Same is the heart
Diverse are the thoughts but same are the minds.

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People of all lands enjoy the melodies
Read from the same vision
Learn from the same mind
Duel in the battlefield with similar strategies.

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But remember, war is futile
It ills our own souls
Evils our wonders
So bear no more, stem war immotile.

Read Poem: wind of woe by Collins Nosakhare

sometimes the stars are full of woe,
only if we know how it comes at night..
i mourned old songs of spook & they forms hollow
in my pendulum
a breeze
fighting through my body & into a lament mouth
hoping to peel away the heavy stroke of harmattan that frustrate patient souls
throw away into an island
remember, i am like an open sea like a bird
hurried into the cloud of an old hymn
this is my pendulum where my tales are told a silent
drums
full of books of woe a drum of death
now who cares to tell me where & how will life begin me?
a life full of dust, i can’t remember when last i sang a song of tranquility
in a scorned house only songs of wind blows death
i walk alone on the road with thoughtless mind & drag alone my heavy mind into ribs
where i first learned how to sing songs of woe it felt enjoyable
until i realized i was singing songs that’s about to hunt me
i tried to survive with it— the sins that circumscribe me like fashion
like a photo albums
they burn and blot souls
away.
 
About me:

Nosakhare Collins is the author of a chapbook “a pilgrim of songs” (Sevhage Publishers, 2018). Recent poems appeared or are forthcoming in SEVHAGE Reviews, Antarctica Journal, Least Bittern Books, Dwart Magazine, Youth Shades Magazine, WRR (Words, Rhythms and Rhymes), Poetry Festival and has widely been anthologized and publicized by eminent global repute. He writes & teaches from Nigeria, and can be reached through social media handle; Facebook: Nosakhare Collins, Twitter: @nosa_collins, Instagram: nosakharecollins

Read Poem: UNDEFEATED by Patrick S. Duncan

Love is more than a word.
It is a living and breathing spirit,
which has been given to ALL of us,
as a gift from GOD.

It has infinite life,
and has survived the worst of times.

It sees no color, passes no judgement, and
displays no preferential treatment.

Love has embraced anyone who has called its name.

Although it has been dealt with many blows.
Love is still a peaceful warrior, who has spent a lifetime,
in battle with the evils of the world.

And no matter the opponents, or how and vigorous the fight,
LOVE is still UNDEFEATED.

By: Patrick S Duncan Copyright 2010 (c)

Read Poem: To My Daughter by Angie Diaz-Cervo

To my daughter, you are a Princess and you will evolve into a Queen.

Be yourself.

“Life is not about finding yourself, life is about creating you.”

The only person that can stop you from achieving your goals and dreams is you.

Never let somebody tell you that you can not do this or that. For example, if the person says “you can not buy this car”.

Love yourself a little bit more than you love your husband.

Do not let other people tell you who you are.

It is not about anybody else, you count.

The future is a print out of what you do today, therefore, do something today.

Make sure you have the money in the Italian culture the money they gave you at the wedding is yours to keep as her money and add a little amount to it every month. It is not to buy a house or a car or waste on shopping. People are people.

“You should build a team of trusted advisors, but never give up control to anyone — whether it’s your spouse, your advisor or your friend who’s really smart about money.” Liz Weston

Concerning relationship

In order for you to have a healthy relationship in the

Beginning asks, “What are your relationship needs?”

“What do you need from me?”

A lover is any fighter who believes her desires are shared by the world.

If you behave like a lover with things, you will have an unusual power over them.

You have a boy energy and a girl energy, therefore use your boy energy to make millions of dollars and save the world. Take yourself out to a concert, a show, dinner or even a movie.

Your vulnerability is your potential.

Marriage dies when one play terrorist attack against the other.

What happens when he tells you that he loves war? Run as fast as you can and do not go back.

Feel that people are somehow a part of you and something else happens: you become greater than you are individual.

You win a war “by making it everyone is not yours alone.” What happens when he is charismatic and everyone loves him, still maintain your identity?

Do not set your heart on love, your pleasure, your career you will regret it.

Poor decisions are made when people do not think clearly or do not know how not to react.

Base your decisions on careful thinking, not on the emotions of the moment.

Impulsive decisions are making leads to severe complications.

Put yourself in check.

Accept praise

Always have a plan

Keep the plan close to you

Keep people that support you

Do not give people the benefit of the doubt.

Require more from people

Deal with the truth

Play Big

“Spend times with God before you go to war.”

Luke 6: 27

Jesus says love your enemies, loving our enemies means acting in their best interests. We can pray for them and we think of ways to help them.

Being in the business of losing arguments and win relationships.

Apologizing draws people closer unless the person is not in the right spirit.

You do not need everyone to like you, just be loyal to God, He’ll take of everything.

Jesus did not use the word of God to attack the devil that is only 1/3. He used it to maintain the victory He already had.

Love means action.

Submit to your husband is attractive. What happens when he does not love you the way God said to love you?

What happens when he is overly protective of his children and his family?

Move on without him

Don’t stop praying when you are in a desert.

Be available for your husband, even when you do not feel like it.

One way to put love to work is to take the initiative in meeting specific needs.

A forgiving spirit demonstrates that a person has received God’s forgiveness.

“Whenever you want something in your life, do it for someone else.”

Make sure you are following the best teachers and leaders because you will go no farther than they do.

We often rationalize our sins by pointing out the same mistakes in others.

Never give your opinion to teens or adults unless they ask.

Let your children pick or follow their paths, remember God has a bigger purpose for them.

“Be concern about “does your life matter down here, and are you a blessing to others?”

Try to promote justice, finding cures, developing agricultures and spreading the wealth.

If you have one good friend in life, you are lucky. You do not need ten.

She came to the conclusion that the way a man treats his car, his pets, his mom and you will know how he is going to treat you.

If he keeps his car clean and maintains that is how he will treat you.

If he does not clean his car and maintenance on the car, he will do the same to you.

If he’s obsessed with his car and other items that the way he feels about you. Does he take his dog for a walk? Does he feed the dog? Does he clean the dog? Does he appreciate the person that takes cares of his dog?