A Thought For The Farmers, Poetry by Rajat Agrawal

Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive

Genre: Painful

A Thought For The Farmers
by Rajat Agrawal

Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive.

Before you throw the food in a bin,
Before you complain which went in,
Think of all the people there,
They risk their lives in the fields,
Their own children do stay hungry,
To feed us as per to our needs.

Before you begin to take a nosh,
Before you decide to take a toast.
The farmers there silently cry, for
The farmers there live without hope.
No one to hear their gloomy voice,
For they at all do not have a choice.

So here is a request to you all,
When you start your sapid meal,
Take a moment before you eat,
Thank the farmers for their zeal,
To provide you a way to live,
By sacrificing their very own life.
 

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My Escape, A Poem by Amy Miller

In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

Genres: love, sadness, hope, pain, challenges, fear, wisdom, divinity, escape.

MY ESCAPE
by Amy Miller

In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

What do you see
Across the sea
A land of salvation
why can’t it be me

Hear my name
See thy face
Hidden beneath
my own disgrace

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

Beauty is deep
Caught up in the folds
Trying to escape
The traps and the cold

What is the answer
A knowing to unfold
To gather me up
And embrace me like gold

A heart that cracks open
And pain to wring out
A wish to come back
And see myself whole

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

 

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PAIN, Poetry by Sophia Margulies

Tears stream down my face

As I breathe heavily

My eyes stare into my reflection

Not a blink

Tear drops roll slowly

Genre: Sad

Pain
by Sophia Margulies

Tears stream down my face

As I breathe heavily

My eyes stare into my reflection

Not a blink

Tear drops roll slowly

Then all at once

I grab the counter hoping for some support

But end up losing my strength

And falling

I sink until I am having trouble breathing

I gasp for air

But I end up breathless

My heart pounds so loudly

My ears ring

I close my eyes

That is when the flashbacks occur

I see the fights

I hear the words

I see my hope diminishing

I put a smile

Because that’s all that’s left of me

My eyes shine

Not from happiness

But from the acceptance of one thing

Pain

Something unfixable

I tape up the fractures dug deep into my skin

But tape is replaceable

With new wounds

That can now only scar

Maybe one day

I will be happy

This life full of maybes

When will I finally

Smile

And

Mean

It

 

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The Resistance, Poetry by Tierra Martin

Why can’t I move? Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe. Why won’t you just let me live!

Genre: Hurt, Pain, Relationship

The Resistance by Tierra Martin

Why can’t I move? Being enclosed by your infidelity no air for me to breathe. Why won’t you just let me live!
Being caught in your wrongs isn’t what I pictured our relationship to be. Not being able to be set free me falling damn on my knees in a searing plead. You took quit advantage of my kindness.

 

Therefore, me pushing away from all this hurt in the end would help me mend things on my own two feet. While my heart is beating defeating your indecisive mindset I’ll also be set free to fly away too a place where I can finally love me for me..

 

 

 

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Heredity, Poetry by Grecia Albornoz

You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised

Genre: FAMILY, LIFE, PAINFUL, SOCIETY, LEGACY.

Heredity
A poem by Grecia Albornoz

You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
reassured
in a world full of ill conceived people
abandoned
reassured
wanting to repeat cycles.

You’re the daughter of complaisance
conceived with insecurity
life-long abused
you raise mistreated sons
that mistreat
and damaged daughters
that allow for mistreatment.
Your heredity.
© 2016 Grecia Albornoz

 

 

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​​​​​​It’s Only Right, Poetry by Drew Price

I know he didn’t mean it. He says I’m sorry so it’s only right I forgive him. He tells me he loves me so it’s only right I believe him. He tells me it won’t happen again so it’s only right I trust him.

Genre: Hurt, Love, Lust, Pain

​​​​​​It’s Only Right by Drew Price
​​​The Fool in Love (Which Always Seems To Be The Woman)

​​​​​​Cliché

I know he didn’t mean it. He says I’m sorry so it’s only right I forgive him. He tells me he loves me so it’s only right I believe him. He tells me it won’t happen again so it’s only right I trust him. And you know I’d leave him but its only right I’m insecure, lost without him its only right my self-esteem be knee high to a grass hopper, Knee high to a new born, knee high to the leg of the chair I fell into you know the one he pushed me into when I mustard up a mustard seed amount of courage to tell him I’m worth more, but its only right that I didn’t because not even I believe that. I know he’s unfaithful, but it’s only right I stay because he may sleep with them, but he comes home to me so I know he doesn’t care about them only me, just like he says. Not even the sting of peroxide inside my open wounds makes for reason enough to leave because I know he’s just stressing got a lot on his plate and I just pushed him to his limit. So don’t tell me to go don’t warn me of my safety because I find pleasure in the pain of the fast fist and harsh words or at least that’s what I told myself because its only right I make excuses as to why I should stay. We all know I’m insecure its only right I can’t live without him like my life wasn’t created before him and won’t be without him like I hadn’t found any parts of heaven before him but hell burned in my back yard so you know it’s only right he be my knight and shining armor to put the fire out. I know his words are sour. Stale “your beautiful” and false “I love you,” but I stomach it because somewhere this must be a delicacy and I must be very lucky and you must be a treasure and I must be a wonder and you don’t see it yet, but its only right I stay around until you do because we all know a foolish wife believes all tales true or untrue which goes right back to me needing you which goes right back to never leaving you because that’s what I’m supposed to do as the insecure lover who obviously has no brother.. Or no father because its only right my reasoning be need for male figures need for a heart lifter need for a strong hand even though your back hand is firmer than your hug but somehow they both feel the same. It’s only right I push that feeling behind my lasting love because it’s only right I become a punching bag for love. It’s only right I have no back bone so I stomach your rough hands even if they crack and bleed against my open wounds created by those same rough hands. It’s only right I be stuck between rock and hard place more like fist and fist cold heart and dead emotion not love all lust but its only right I stay. I…. the joke past among friends masked as she deserves betters and she’s stupid for staying, masked as “why do you think so little of yourself?” and “ Child I know you lost your father but he’s turning over in his grave at the sight of you with this monster.” It’s only right I lift my head slow with the weight of a ton of a bricks and say “you don’t know him like I do. Really, he’s a different so don’t talk bad about him just remember the curl in his smile the first day you met him and remember how beautiful the mask created by his wit was. Remember him as he was the fantasy of my imagination. Remember when I told you “This one’s different,” It’s only right I face my mother like god on judgement day and say “See momma’ I’m okay. He gave me this ring to make it all go away. He gave me this bag and begged me to stay.” But he also gave me these scars and on this floor I lay but its only right I stay because it’s my fault I had no right acting this way so it’s only right I stay as long as you’ve covered the bruises it means they’ve gone away so forget that day…allow it to become dust along with the person you once were… before you fell in dangerous love. This person, this flawed person with eyes containing no depth and hands too weak to hold a heart now to broken to mold into anything desirable. I, clearly the face of bastard children. Looking as though I’ve lived with no love so desperate willing to give my heart to any person willing to take it, so along came you and along came this cliché which I fit perfectly… It’s only right one day I come to my senses but only when it’s too late only when I’m bearing a child because my life alone isn’t enough to care about so it always takes a child for me to realize any sense of worth and even then my worth is no worth at all because its only right that I place me below your hard rugged feet, a footstool, a doormat, just an object to you its only right that be me. I that silent spirit too flawed for gods touch too flawed for your desire just weak enough for your abuse, I that still fool hearted silly girl, you clever lover with oil words silk smooth yet bitter to the taste but that just goes back to the delicacy you are how I must treasure this bitter taste you are this sticky feeling you bring, old song you sing, once music to the king, but your demonic heart shot your music to hell and it only be right I come along for the ride only right I steer this ship called love wreck we’ve created with our hands this ship called love wreck we’ve created where we stand and when this ship is destroyed.. It’s only right I take the blame not like you deserve it, but its only right I take the shame. To what do I owe this pleasure? You and me together to what do I owe it? I learned the back side of your hand like momma done raised me right so I memorized the sting of it that way I would never be caught off guard by the pain of it. Oh this stain you left of me. Oh this heart you broke of mine…this evil you’ve surrounded me by, so why did I pray by you? Pray for you? Have faith in your I’m sorry’s? Why? You this vast ocean with angry waves ruffled by rough winds me, this delicate ship who bares your waves just to feel the cool of your waters against my cheeks how I love the feel… even though the after math be rotting and broken boards my ship little and fragile standing up to the devil in your rocking waters…. Just for the feel of your cool waters. You my cool waters words like diamonds sharp enough to cut…. And you do, but it’s only right I hide the bleeding put a bandage over and act like it’s not there its only right I ignore the pain and the fear and the warning. My god. This skeleton of me you’ve created all skin and bones its only right I learned to starve the need for love, my god, this skeleton of me you’ve created, but its only right I learn to love my bones.
The eve of my funeral it’s only right you sit… behind rusted grey bars in a black and white jumpsuit and think of me, how much you loved me. They gave you life for taking mine. It rained for days after that because I sent tears from heaven just so you know I still cared and… I did. I this distant memory of limbs and organs who fell in love with the devil so it’s only right that even from heaven I find a soothing melody in your eyes. When you sleep I appear in your dreams and tell you, “I love the flowers you sent my mom on the eve of my death… I wish I could smell them but you snatched the air out of my lungs when your unhappy hands met my neck like baseball bats and… I forgive you, because its only right I forgive you.”

 

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‎PANDEMONIUM, Poetry by Vanessa Anthony

The past’s place misplaced
The future lacking in grace
The present looking faked
How much more can I take

Genre: Dark, Emotional, Pain, Despair Death

‎PANDEMONIUM
by Vanessa Anthony

The past’s place misplaced
The future lacking in grace
The present looking faked
How much more can I take

Drifting in and out of shadows
No focus in the hallows
Darkness darker than dark
Here I lay, stark

Illusive mirage
Emotional barrage
Unbreakable chains
Unspeakable pains

Broken pieces
Heart beat ceases
Once again in darkness
Droned in madness

http://www.vanessaknowspoetry.blogspot.com

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