6.Tips: On beginning writing – poetry For being a poet, one must read, listen and enjoy good poetry. That gives the aspirant a general idea about poetry and inspires him/her to try to write. He/she learns about the nature, content, form and other elements of poetry. In a poem, the poet expresses his/her feelings and emotions […]
6 Tips: On beginning writing – poetry — Creative Expressions
I Love Writing Poetry I love writing poetryPoetry can be writtenAnytime, anywhereWords are everywhereWaiting to be put togetherChanged and alteredTo write new meanings andNew imageryWaking upIn the middle of the nightAnd making notes of imagesPossible lines and titlesHandwriting the poemReviewing itFor spelling and grammarReading it out loudLetting it brew for a timeFinal check and any […]
I Love Writing Poetry — Walt’s Writings
October breathed poetry — beautiful and glowing. — ~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018, blackout poetry created from Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891 — painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper
october breathed poetry. — I didn’t have my glasses on….
The above self written quote “Live to learn, Learn to dream, Live to dream ” simply tells that learning and dreaming is where the essence of living lies. If you live, you have to learn and to dream you have to live. Hope you enjoyed this piece! I am back after quote a long time […]
“Live to learn, Learn to dream, Dream to live. ” ~Kavya Gupta — Poetry, Art and Quotes
Genre: Inspirational
Writer: berniceblogs
her scars are more beautiful
than the summer’s bloom
her broken face
once hidden in the night
shines brighter than the
yellow buds of spring
she’s exhausted
sweating as she face the
heat of the morning sun
but still,
she chooses to wake up
she chose to live
and fight every
weakening day
her scars became the
stars of her own sky
like tiny little sparkling dusts
painted all over her
she’s beautiful
and strong
that’s what she is
to others, she’s wilting
but to her, she’s growing
slowly, beautifully
and she knew one day
she’ll rise
and blossom
forever more
Fifteen years of age
Five years ago
I walked alone at the Stewartstown Park
Little, did I know I’m not supposed to go to the dark forest
I mind my business until I met Him
Met him, twenty years of age
Five years ago
Came out of nowhere hypnotizing me with his smoky eyes and a glittering crooked smile
He spoke with me with charm
Telling me to go to the Dark Forest with him
A dark, mysterious forest
I shook my head and said “No.”
I don’t want to go to the Dark Forest
Where demons demonizing me and animals feeding my flesh
He had tricks to show me he said
What tricks?
A magic trick that will make me disappear like a Houdini Act
or a Kaladesh trick
I went into the forest with him
It wasn’t the trick I thought it would be.
He kept grasping and pushing to me the ground
He pulled my legs apart by force and spread them
Showing off my parts
Trying to put my legs between mines
I tried to scream but I couldn’t
He covers my mouth with his filthy hand
Covering my breath hole so I don’t say a word
I should’ve listened to my guts
Maybe none of this wouldn’t happen
He took it hard on me
Stripping’ me down
Putting’ his hand down inside my underpants Allowing a grown man to touch I’m better off dead than living
What can you do?
You’re young
It’s your fault
Now here I am
I stay in the Dark Forest waiting to be torture again
Or animals watch me than feeding on my flesh
Here I am in the dark forest I stay with my tears
Shedding down through my warm cheeks
Looking up at the grey sky waiting for the rain to fall
Please let the rainfall on this dark, gloomy forest
So I can feel the rain feel my pain
And hear my cry
Are they my comforts?
My comfort to keep me safe in the dark forest
Washing away the blood of my legs
Draining the tears off my eyes
Flooding the whole darkest forest to a tropical rainforest
Rain falls hard in this dark cold forest
I stay in the rain letting the rain be my tears
Yet again I have no fear
I touch every raindrop at the palm of hands wondering if God is crying with me
He knows my pain
He sees my pain
He knows I’m in the dark forest crying my eyes out
Hurt and abused
The rain stops.
Does he know?
Looking back now
Fifteen years of age
Five years ago
Fast forward
No justice made for my pain, my suffering, and my innocence
Spring days like this
Bring to mind brightly Oxford,
May Day, the Thames
Its murky waters put to shame
By the green, grassy banks rolling,
Sloping gently towards her
The open doors of the many
Pubs beckoned and we answered
eagerly to their gritty come-ons
and whiskey whispers
to stagger over the Folly Bridge
six pints full
Your tight wire act amusing
Even after the silence
Then the splash
As you tumbled off and in.
© Erik Hansen 2020
We endured through the lacks,
Some got sick, some got bashed.
Some died, some are tired…
while others cried, losing ourselves,
Putting our frustrations aside,
Ineffective strategies, demoralized agencies.
Inconsistencies of leaders to handle the adversaries
Being called to serve, with lack of support, from people who claimed to be right
Yet they hide when asked to help.. asked to provide.
With all of this,
The bias and treatments, we dont deserve.
We haven’t stop,
We might have complained, but we havent run.
We still stand and fight,Serving the public with all our might.
Remembering to pause a while,
dealing with inconsideration of people outside.
Efforts done, and some plans fail.
It’s a war,
a battle– hard to win.
Sensationalized emotions to add the scale,
the bickering and politicking.
Useless drama in between.
Ignorance and ruined thoughts,
thats how health system got sidetracked
and lost.
Baseless lies and apathy,
lack of compassion, arrogance, entitlement and derailed personalities.
All through the cycle,
We still stand and fight!
In solidarity, some help and try,
Stepping up, awakening desire,
Undeterred and hopeful
for a better result, a light in this situation.
Some of us got scorned,
verbal harassment, disrespect and discriminated, other pushed to the core..
Being on the frontlines is exhausting, serving people who do nothing but ignore and complain rather than thanking.
With all of this,
we grew numb and tired listening,
bullshit–dealings,
all mishaps and wrongdoings.
Are we there? are we still on track?
Is our vision real?
Or just a dream, we try to fulfill.
People should understand the goal…
Public health is different and broad.
Not all guidelines is appropriate to all…
It depends on dynamics, people and sorts.
Respect the boundaries, know when to act,
But you should know it boils to one —-
“PREVENT THE SPREAD” is the most effective way to stop!
not “HEALING” nor “TREATMENT”
but COURAGE to CUT the line.
END TRANSMISSION,
PROMOTE PROPER SANITATION.
Change behavior is the answer,
It is your biggest contribution.
It’s a shared responsibility, a moral obligation.
Yet your attitude, define what character you have in position.
The slightest defiance, complacency, arrogance and disrespecting humanity.
Will kill your loved ones in a snap, you’ll see.
I’m afraid you realize it later,
when its too late and no one cares nor bothers.
Jespiel,RN_Circa2020
Performed by Val Cole
VOTERS, WAKE UP!, by Edmund Melig Industan
(Oh, yes!)
A blot of an ink on a boxed paper board;
A wedge of that mouse that runs as a bow;
An effort from us with hope that it would…
Better the globe, change rotting world.
(And we know that…)
One year plus three, a term to behold.
Wrote on the board what’s good for the world.
Dropped in a box and off we then go…
Each one’s routine; then, hope that duty done
Will one day translate to what we were told.
Be awake! Don’t you sleep. Hey!
There’s a guy, working thief.Hey
Purging votes…orders it. Hey!
Orange turd…inmate turf. Hey!
Actively, let’s be part
Of the process, for we have
Democracy to keep.
(Please remember that…)
Leaders of the pack are ordinary men.
They have the will and dyadic swell.
Off flow the “good” when platform bestowed.
Soon bad would flow if no one would crow.
(So be vigilant and…)
Soar to the world; see how they perform.
First year overflowed with peaches and cream.
Following months, served with decaying fruits…
Good to the cronies; bad to those weren’t reached
With the magic wand of the elected.
It is “them” to be blamed? Hey!
You’ve put laurels on them! Hey
Trusting them; then, you dreamed. Hey!
Be awake! Words and actions haven’t matched;
Then, we cried for a failed task!
(And then…)
We mustered the disgruntled; we marched to the streets.
To the leaders, we’re roaches to be quashed and contained.
We joined forces to startle and threaten…
Wishing for more strength; but, alas! ‘Twas hard to gain.
(And achtung!)
Chaos started all around. Hey!
Goons were here, everywhere. Hey!
Infiltrators were also here. Hey!
Molotovs were in the air!
(Achtung)
Many of us raised our hands up.
Others showed thumbs for the lame.
The herd disoriented! Others jumped off! Some were maimed.
Those voices so strong before. Now, just whispers of dying men.
(But hey!)
Not the end yet, full term’s here.
Hey!
Everyone’s life so dear.
(And so…)
Let’s cast our vote wisely this time.
Mark those names who have brains and brawns for the country
And morals pleasing to God and not just a show off to men!
Performed by Val Cole
Bitch
For all the AOC’s & Yoho’s
Bitch, Slut, Cunt, Whore…
Your words don’t hurt me anymore.
When you say it so many times,
It becomes a childish rhyme.
I’m not submissive. I don’t give up.
Your words mean nothing.
Take your best shot.
Give it all you got.
I have words for you.
I could scream until I’m blue.
What good would it do?
It’s pointless to argue with a fool!
So you ask, why am I so ghetto?
I believe acting meek and quiet,
it’s staying silent.
Why does it take aggression?
How should I get your attention?
The communication is gone.
Take a look at your phone.
Wo do you really know?
Look around, are you lost or found?
Words are a tricky little thing.
Perspective is the key.
We both see it differently.
Say what you mean and keep it clean.
Words don’t hurt, the meanings do.
That’s why a look can kill or make you swoon.
Silence can be so loud it makes you cry.
Feelings are what we cannot deny.
For all the AOC’s & Yoho’s
Bitch, Slut, Cunt, Whore…
Your words don’t hurt me anymore.
When you say it so many times,
It becomes a childish rhyme.
I’m not submissive. I don’t give up.
Your words mean nothing.
Take your best shot.
Give it all you got.
I have words for you.
I could scream until I’m blue.
What good would it do?
It’s pointless to argue with a fool!
So you ask, why am I so ghetto?
I believe acting meek and quiet,
it’s staying silent.
Why does it take aggression?
How should I get your attention?
The communication is gone.
Take a look at your phone.
Wo do you really know?
Look around, are you lost or found?
Words are a tricky little thing.
Perspective is the key.
We both see it differently.
Say what you mean and keep it clean.
Words don’t hurt, the meanings do.
That’s why a look can kill or make you swoon.
Silence can be so loud it makes you cry.
Feelings are what we cannot deny.
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