Category: poetry

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: Jealous, by Zachary Walma

Pretty eyes, pretty thighs, pretty face she never wanted.

Forced to live inside an object of desire.

Introverted, anxious, and the center of attention.

Watched from every side, waiting to be acquired.

Wanted, but never loved, by misfortune or chance.

Every prospect wanting more than she could give.

Taking if they could, every piece of satisfaction.

to pacify the needs with which they’re forced to live.

This way, and that way, in every kind of direction.

Taken, passed on, and consumed by the restless.

Never replenished, left weary and unfulfilled.

Caught up in the cycle, until she met Jealous.

Jealous knew more than any of the others.

Jealous payed attention and expected the same.

Jealous never slept so as never to lose her.

Jealous kept her close since the first time he came.

Jealous worked hard to keep what he wanted.

Jealous made damn sure she was contained.

Jealous didn’t like seeing her with others.

Jealous was stubborn and easily enraged.

Wanted, never loved, pretty object of desire.

Trapped in attention for which she never asked.

Running, recaptured, by Jealous devoured.

Things that are pretty don’t easily last.

Everyone wants, everyone needs, most of us take whatever we can get.

Give what you can, love if you can, don’t end up eaten by Jealous regrets.

Read Poetry: At This Hour, by Latonia Sears

One soul one heart one mind who was blind, twisted and hurt

It is very hard to tell sometime in the world at this particular time

As tragedy keeps a count of the lives in that have regretfully fallen

It seems stranger and stranger almost like a cancer and as in reality

Like the illness still no cure only uncomforting tears and unbelief

Everywhere we go lurks this unfamiliar danger fueled by anger and hatred

This earth of ours is really off it’s axis because this keeps happening

America is behaving like a third world country instead of the greatest

Mothers Majesty the home of the brave and the land of the free

Has this become the end of liberty and following your dreams till you grow

So many people young, old keep stifling others lives in this kind of violent protest and shame?

Torn hearts and broken minds and beings that have now become departed souls in time

Nothing making sense and the masses are on the verge of giving up on life

Americans being struck down when they did not ask for it just living life

So much first time drama appearing over and over again in our life

No tell, tell signs alerting any individuals to the coming of this devastation

That has taken a choke hold on our country, our home our nation

The place that has always been my home with no doubt only assurance

America the beautiful this land of peace and prosperity where hate has ran free

Archived by a host of earlier henchmen but this is a totally different type of indignity

It has no real ethnicity the only color that is making headlines is the color of death

I will hold onto the hope that one day this country can become a better place to live

America a place of refuge and good living damn near a paradise to some of us

I believe in my country and the stars and stripes our flag bears so brightly

A country where being free is a dangerous thing a matter of life and death again

Individuals taking their freedom to the extreme and not caring about their fellow man

So many people thinking selfishly acting like real dupes who feel hurt and won’t understand

Before we lay down to sleep this night say a prayer for the families who are in tears

Trying to figure out why their loved ones had to say their fond farewell, adieu

That love will hang a halo over their hearts let God send his angels to help dry their tears

Seventeen more who had so much potential an aspirations “ Their God given right”?

Yeah that is the thing about America these days a lot that is given isn’t about God

As four words continue to adorn American currency “In God We Trust” What?

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: Magic, by Benjamin Bauda

Her kisses are warm and cool
She is beautiful to my mind than my eyes
She is my imperfect, perfect picture
She is Magic

Her touch is unexplainable
Her love is too good to be true yet true
Her words are marble on a scrabble
She is many words
but today she is a word,
Magic.

Magic is her choice of me
Magic is how I run to her
Magic is what she makes me feel
Magic is not good enough
But magic is what I feel for now
Sweet Magic that is real.

A LOVE POEM, by Nermin Delić

You know, Dinko is not guility
’cause you are burned by the Moon
and you threw a Love in the Universe

You know good what the eyes are becoming
Madame, you know that
when you bury a dead autumn
and on your door there is no
a keys of words
which would lave your cheeks in a Danube
like the nights without a sleeping
and some a little non-ferrous a mornings
which are tidying ugly with a silence

who knows what you touched
cause the best thing was happened
nothing happened.

Dinko told me
that you are silly in the last time
you throw tickets on road and, from the bus,
you gibe to nervous strangers
but I just wanted to hear from him
if you could love again

Genre: Love, Relationship, Life

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Nermin DELIĆ (born on July 12, 1995) is a Bosnian poet and novelist. He was a student of the generation in Medical High School in a town Jajce. After a high school he started a Medicine University in Sarajevo (4/6 years). Also he is a known as a former young ambassador in USA who passed “Youth Leadership Program” of FIUTS organization (Seattle, WA D.C., 2013) and with that certificate, he is using his knowledge in his country. Publishing his first book, his publisher called him one of the most talented young authors in SE Europe.

 

Read Poetry: FIRE, by Ruth Clark

Too far away
To feel this close
I sent my heart out on a wire

Reeling it in
I swear never again
Then I remember the fire

To feel the burn
I have to learn
To keep my heart in a box up high

To have the spark
I’ll add a postmark
And send it away
Goodbye, goodbye

The fire burned the straws
We were grasping
The heat enveloped us
And left me gasping
For the life you breathed into me

Now I sit in the ashes
But I’ll rise higher
We’ll never have forever
But we’ll always have
The fire

By RuthieB

http://www.ruthiefromtheblock.wordpress.com

Read Poetry: Poem, by 78Poet

We walk the streets everyday
But separately

We walk through the crowd

But each on the other side

Our heads are bowed down

Thinking of what could have been

Why aren’t we living the dream?

The ones we dreamt together.

How did we fall so apart?

There’s this bridge between us

You thought you burnt it

But it only lightened my path

Now I can see clearly

That I really miss you

Now I can see clearly

That I really do love you

But this gap so wide

There’s no coming together now

We’ve fallen so deep into the past

We cannot hide

This time around I have lost faith in humanity

Cause all truths are lies now

What good is a promise

If you cannot keep one?

So we walk the street again

But each on the other side

I wish it was a different day

Am afraid this is goodbye.

Read Poetry: A President, by Latonia Sears

When I think of a good commander and chief
I envision a being of mankind to say the least
Who’s back is straight and his feet followed in suit A man with integrity and a real sense of pride for his country and the people’s rights too

He would speak directly from the hip with conviction, judgement and begin to hand out retribution. Not just be a puppet for some other teams responsibilities. Who truly understood the masses because he has really been listening to them

A person honest and fair someone who knows the difference between pride and racial prejudice who knows we are all equal and could be who we want to be because he is a true American who believed in justice and that will be the American way

A leader who stands by his people who wants the best for all of this country’s citizens no matter how old or young, rich or poor and ethnicity. Since all men will be equal and have only one profile to be To have a true pursuit of a happy life in this world that he lives in with you and me

Who always speaks for the people no matter who happens to be listening. A real knight in the role of a true king. Some one branded to fight and ward off our enemies. Yep that is what I see. My president the one who has yet to announce his candidacy still just a image I wish for in secret

A man with the soul and honor of the great ones who spirits live in silence and their thoughts are recounted with echoes of oh say can you see A person of distinction and more than self allegiance and bigotry my image of a president and not just one in particularly

Maybe one day we will see him the one with all of our best interest at hand the head honcho, the big khahuna. A man of our time who remembers the struggles before his and can respect that time . A man who can handle the pressure and not let it cloud his mind

Someone who can’t sell out to special interest or lobbyist Someone who can’t hang us out to dry with no real explanation or solution we can get behind Or what’s worse line his own pocket with death, destruction and mayhem at times, so many lies, so many lost lives

A person who knows their only human just like the lives he has been ordained to lead, protect, serve and bring through the hard times like a true leaders objective. While making sure all cival rights and liberties are observed as well as respected

A President beyond imagination the one we have been praying for together. A man who will literally carry the weight on his shoulders instead of what reality tells us. But it will remain something I was wishing for
Not exactly what I am getting of course