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Sixteen Weeks, Poetry by Ene Elizabeth Adeka

 Genre: life, love, death

A tiny mound of flesh, as harmless as the sparrow’s egg
forged out of love or lust
the deed was done and so I came to be.
In my pulsing cocoon I lay
an unknown visitor devoid of sight, flight or fight.
Soon my cocoon of shelter will change in readiness for my arrival
and I am looking forward to my birthday
as with ecstasy I long to gaze upon the faces
of those whose loins I was forged out of.

I hear voices and a gruff voice says “stigma”
I wonder if it is my mother’s name or my fathers’.
Too many voices but it seems we are going to see the doctor.
My infantile mind says that must be my father’s name
but why does Stigma and Doctor seem to me an unusual combination?
Though I can’t feel, each part of me fears this trip.
Even though I am yet to meet these strangers I hear
My little feet try to break the barrier between my world and theirs
and yet my hands stay folded unwilling to stretch out and help.

I was forcefully ripped and torn apart
hacked to pieces by one whose honorable name
is engraved on a metal plate somewhere on a hospital door
In my prime, gone before my time
bud in flame, nipped in society’s name
A genius waiting to be unveiled turned voice of an aborted future.
The deed that made me ashen cold now lies somewhere in a plastic bin,
sent to a distant land by the hands of those who forged me
never to return from my errand.

My passing was celebrated with two cups of tea
and a smile of congratulation from Doctor to Stigma.
Before my ears were gone, I heard them call me fetus and
wish me a happy birthday.
My name is Fetus, I am sixteen weeks old…
How soon they forget me, their nameless, faceless, lifeless child.
But a voice says to me, can a woman forget her sucking child
that she should not have compassion on the child of her womb?
Yes, they may forget, yet will I not forget you.

 

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Be my Muse, Poetry by Vincenza Maria Mastrangelo

Genre: love

“Be my Muse,
Let me poetize about you.

Rivers and oceans of words are flowing from my heart and you’re a masterpiece of nature.

Be my Muse,
Let me lose myself in you essence.

My heart,body and soul are like an orchestra playing a concert for you.

Be my Muse,
Let me die writing about your beauty

 

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Hold Me While I Say Good-Bye, Poetry by Wendy

Genres: Love, Pain, Hurt, Romantic, Relationship

This is probably the last time you would see me
With my eyes closed and my breaking heart.
I won’t be blocking your way from here on
I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time you would hear my voice
With my eyes closed and my breaking heart.
I won’t be calling you or asking how you were
I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time I will smell your cologne
With my eyes closed and my breaking heart.
I won’t be holding your hand or hug you when it is cold
I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time you would see me cry
With my eyes closed and my breaking heart.
I won’t be wiping your tears whenever we fight
I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

This is probably the last time you would hear me say ‘I love you’
With my eyes closed and my breaking heart.
I won’t be pinching your cheeks and leaning on your shoulders
I just want you to hold me while I say good-bye.

 

 

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Poetry by Patrick Hill

 Genre: Society

I am tough like Huey,
I dream like Martin,
I see like Malcolm,
I stand like Rosa,
I am educated like Booker,
I am the stature of Fredrick,
I am the embodiment of a civil right movement,
But I am the reflection of history,
I am the rebellion of Nate,
I am a leader like Tubman,
I am the community of Black Wall Street,
But I am the audacity of hope like Obama,
I am the most hated man like Colin,
But I am the most beloved person like Nelson,
I am the ascendant child of Africa,
But I am a citizen of a nation that is United States,
My oppression is of a third world,
But I have an opportunity,
I am from poverty,
But that won’t stop me,
Where I go,
My people will follow,
I am the example of greatness,
But endure failures,
I am victory like the revolutionary war,
But I still have a long way to go to be free.

 

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Can We?, Poetry by diankp

 Genre: equality, diversity, life, society, hope, friendship, coffee.

 
Can We?

By : diankp

Why coffee has different taste?
Because they grown in different place,
Grow in different soil, air temperature, drainage, et cetera
That’s why, we will get the different in taste.

Just like humans, just like us,
We are born and grow up with different belief, parents, friends,
We have a different situation and condition.

And we never choose the choises,
The choices that would make us different,
We will never be the same.

That’s why we can’t compare about taste of coffee,
We can’t compare about our friends,
Since born we are absolutely different,
Just coffee, just human, just people.

But,

Why society wants everyone to be same as other,
Why society made everything worse,
Hard to breathe, hard to face it.

So many hates,
So many violence,
Can we just spread the love?

Just like fragrance of coffee,
That made everyone’s happy,
Give peacefulness and felicity.

Can we?

 

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Unsaid Failures, Poetry by Patricia Mae Estenoso

 
Genre:Life

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like wishes for friends who came and went,
Hoping they will remember me still,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like goals that went unaccomplished,
Trying to make up for wrong decisions,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

There are things I would choose not to write,
Like feelings untold for a lost love,
Wishing I had told them sooner,
These things break my heart,
But I still write them anyway.

These are things I would choose not to write,
But I write them anyway,
Yes, they break my heart still
But I hold them as gentle reminders,
Of friendships to keep,
Of goals that could not wait,
And of feelings that should be said.
 

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ROGUE WAVE, Poetry by Joanne Van Leerdam

 Genre: Rhyme, Society

 
ROGUE WAVE

The surging wave builds and heaves,
Gathering its watery force,
And in that crucial moment, I believe
I can ride it all the way to shore
Just like I’ve done successfully
So many other times before.
Before I know it, I’m out of my depth
Chaos in blue and green and white,
Fighting for sunlight, for my next breath,
Turning to grey and black and fright,
Afraid of drowning, preparing for death,
Exhausted from trying to swim to the light.
Physical, spiritual underwater erosion
Sand in my eyes, my ears, my pants,
Churning debris mimics seething emotion;
At the height of the whirly-burly dance
The whirling dervish of the ocean
Chooses to give me another chance.
Raw and bleeding from abrasion,
Thrown aloft, then falling free,
In a final gesture of degradation,
Vomited unceremoniously,
Headfirst into humiliation
A piece of human ambergris.

2016 Joanne Van Leerdam
http://www.jvlpoet.com
 

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Stretches of Silence, Poetry by Ivina Emmanuel

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

 With dewy-eyed dragged on
With my gaze upon
Glances brighter as the day
I caught her soul entwined in the web
But lack what to say, like a play

Even with this swift communion if a babe
Entangled in the slying- coyness
I still let her feel the beat my shyness
Trapped in the stillness of her eye

But not to let go for long
Holding onto parts rendered undone
In our vacant gazes towards the rising sun
Made more severe by the sudden bright ray shone

I know she could melt a heart as snow,
Bring me the stars if feelings were made to show
Her heart always as pure as gold
Yet, let her vanished into her fold

Would she ever feel my absence?
Would I ever catch glimpses of her presence?
Oh, would she ever cross this path again?
For I have spent years hoping forever in the rain in vain.

 

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HEART-ROBBER, Poetry by Glory Emmanuel

Genre: Romance, Relationship

HEART-ROBBER by Glory Emmanuel, aka glow grandeur.

In the gloom of the night
When all was asleep and quiet
He came and broke into my heart
Using his burglary tools and might

His charm was the key, when that did not work
He bashed out his slanting look
With this he smacked in pieces my gate
Trembling, I spelt my fate
With his seductive tongue, he genteelly opened the door
And dragged me out of my fur of fear

He searched me, and took away everything
Walked and left me with nothing
I try to call the police, maybe shout out for help
But my voice had lost its leap
There and then it dawned on me, I have no heart
The robber have stolen it
In that blink moment of lustful romance
I lost a lifetime of faith in Terrence

I must admit, I admire my heart-robber
I think he was stewed with the onion of Napoleon
It takes a lot of tactics and grit to rob my heart
And only few men can
For it takes a general with many years of conquest
To have the guts to make an attempt.

 

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