Tag: read poetry

Read Poem: Feminine Plight, by Kamilah Glover

Have eyes that have cried seen God or pain?

Why must the appearance of emotion seem so insane?

And over time

Do the scars on your skin show affliction or a story?

Why does growing seem so gory?

And what of the stretch marks on your bosom belly or backside?

Have you been crucified for your imperfections or praised for what has stretched you on the inside?

You know

Wombs carry wounds

Each month we shed blood for the sake of preservation

And we hold blood for mankind’s creation.

It’s sad how our strengths are perceived as weaknesses

How our tears are signs of distress rather than joy

And our beauty is defined in flawless appearance

Rather than honored for its everlasting changes

The strength it carries throughout the ages.

The wears and tears

We wear it well.

Women are essential pieces of the broken pieces of this tattered specie of mammal called humans

As protons are to a nucleus

Our uniqueness is a vital part of our existence.

Treat us as more than just property.

Read Poem: Broken Lover, by Daniil Prikhno

Make love to me as if it’s the first time you fucked me after we met.

I know things about you that you aren’t capable of knowing.

Some, many times I crawled back to us,

You pretended that emotion no longer bind us, and we’re not allowed to have sex.

Every time I see you I force myself not look at the watch,

Because time stops and besides we’re not right for each,

This is practice for new people we might meet down the road.

I can count things, that hold you back, up to a hundred,

Faster than my pretend-luxury car goes zero to sixty.

I won’t ever be able to tell you the words that will save your life,

If I whisper them into your ear, you won’t hear me.

I no longer fear rejection and lie to myself about things that give me anxiety,

So that fake me will made into the man I always I wanted to be.

It’s make-belief, but it soothes my chapped lips and bruised ego.

Read Poem: LOVELY NATURE, by Mantri Mark

Mary Mother, You are the Universe

O My Lord, we bowdown to you ǁ

Feel happy at the natural sites

Pleasantness comes in life

Feel happy at River-flow site

One’s ideas flow like Water flow ǁ

Pray my Nature and Mary Mother Goddess for my Birth

God-ness is beautiful nature

Nature belongs to living beings

Preserve my beauty land ǁ

I feel happy to adore my Nature

My loving the Nature, is my loving the Universe

My breathing the oxygen, is my living the life

I can’t pack the Air, but for my deeds ǁ

Beauty lies in the farm land

Waterfalls is the life-line

Life’s happiness is the river flow

No pollute the Water and Air ǁ

Am here in this glittering World

Nature has compositions

Nature knew its compositions well

Nature has hidden healing powers ǁ

Avoid and avoid, Conflicts and Combats

Mind vary from Leader to Leader

Hope to be optimistic for Peace and Tranquility

Don’t suggest for Gun and Bomb Culture ǁ

People in Power, can’t act fast

Power is not for Combats and Conflicts

Souls weep if lives are lost

Cursing can ruin the heredity’s soon ǁ

Read Poem: Please Come Back, by Anshu Pal

I miss those days
when we were together
hands in hands always
never caring the other’s case
I smiled for you
you laughed for me
and we had a giggling base.
You stared and i blushed
time was still very smooth
never ever rushed.
You looked into my eyes
and i blink them twice
we smiled at each other again
cause that moment has no price.

And now we are far
just thinking of each other
what the other one is doing
just worrying for one another.
I guess lets do it again
give another try
as life always give a chance
provided you know to fly.
Come on, lets reunite now,
lets yell again together
and allow our happiness
to once again gather
gather with love
affection and smile
to have everything again
in heaps and pile.
Please walk with me again
again so many miles
so that we can gain
gain back our smiles
Just thinking of you today
made me so alive
if you miss me this way
please come back to my life…

Read Poem: Less of a Man, by Tierra Martin

Fatherless, Fatherless
How unfortunate for me, my first heartbreak was my father to be.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Yeah that was we, you damn sure aren’t blind so don’t act as if you can’t see.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Thinking and repeated blinking while sinking in these deep cry’s, when a child 197 miles seemed like a lifetime away.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Made time to bring more lives into the world while neglecting the ones already existing.
Fatherless, Fatherless
It was your duty so explain why your choosiness became such a crime.
Fatherless, Fatherless
When you come to the realization, I’ll be too elevated to allow your ignorance to fly…

Read Poem: WORLD OF GAME, by Mantri Mark

(This song is dedicated to Athletes, Games & Sports personnel)

Best Be a Dare Devil
Olympics Best You Worked Hard
Efforts Lead to Success
Try and Win World of Game ǁ

Best of Luck You’re Strong
You’ve Blessing from Nature
The Deeds Are Cheers to Your Land
Best You Swing Like a Spring ǁ

Your Actions Are Great
People Welcome Sportive Work
Can’t Imagine Style of Actions
You’re Great, Like a Legend ǁ

Power of Sport Is Laudable One
Nobody Stops Your Dashing Speed
Competition Is For You to Clinch
Win, Cup and Gold ǁ

Be True To Conscious Game
You’re to Support the Team
No End for Dashing Style
Be In the Legendary’s List ǁ

Be For Style of Life
People like Stylish Moves
Cups and Medals are Game of Life
Raising Hand Is the Luck of Stars ǁ

You’re Bold and Brave
Prove Your Worth for Land of Soil
Love will Shower on Acts of Success
You’re Great In This World of Sportǁ

Time Can’t Stop Speedy Acts
Seasons Change, But, No Halt to Speed
Who Can Stop Forehead Stars?
Golden Day’s Ahead, Further in The Game ǁ

The Best, You’re the Best
Hopes, Be Have the Hopes
Great, You’re the Great
Try A Gold for Your Land

Read Poem: Climate Change, by Gloria J. Wimberley, M.A.

Spurious and sputtering
Spring sprinted
in
all huff of yellow
and puff of pollen
then rush of rain
(too cold this veil of melted icicles)
Shriveling the delicate pink & white
of unaware blossoms
…petal babies trembling
defenseless against
Old Man Winter
and Mother Nature’s
ancient ardor
and weather war
…Summer emerges as the
victor as the
sultry sun rages
in heat & leit of light…
Dragon Celosia, Dahlias, and devil vines
thrive
in silent threnody
–no Asphodel
for a vernal epitaph
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Brief bio-note:
Having taught English at an inner city college in Little Havana in Miami, Florida, as well as teaching at colleges and universities in the Washington,DC-Northern Virginia area for decades, Gloria J. Wimberley, MA, prose editor for Middle Island Press, now lives in the woodsy warmth of her West Virginia hometown in Appalachia. Her poetry collection Dialect of Dahlias was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Edgar & Lenore’s Publishing House of Los Angeles, and her social media profiles can be found on Twitter, LinkedIn, etc. Her poetry readings appear on YouTube.

Read Poem: WHAT HAVE I LOST?, by Diane Burrow

What Have I Lost?
(Afterthoughts.)

What have I lost?
Was I truly tossed and
Shuffled among schemes
Seemingly for betterment,
Reasons for acting, masquerading
As morality of the highest?

There’s a thread
Slotted somewhere inside
The footsteps of those men
Who influenced my way,
Whose dreams are nothing less
Than slaughtering the many for any deal,
To realize a peace they
Cannot sustain, maintain.

A little sacrifice for the many.
‘In the end they’ll see it my way’
While I revile my wife and spoil
My children for a greater cause:
The many, not the few.

What have I lost,
Alone among
The everlasting flowers
Singing one-time songs?

Read Poem: The Taste of Black, by Aaliyah Salia

Bitter to the tongue; like overbrewed coffee or ninety percent dark chocolate,
a heavy lump down my throat, I crave for sweet water.

Not too hard to describe, but not too easy to understand.
Like blood, just not sweet. The metallic taste everyone knows, but no one can bear.

An addiction, an overdose,
never tiring, always novel to the tasters.

It burns, it hurts,
the pain doesn’t die.

Like drinking alchohol,
but deadlier and raw.

I don’t want it,
I need it.

I don’t need it,
but I crave it.

Don’t give it to me,
It’s foul,

Give it to me,
I might not live anymore.

Poison for some,
Elixir for some.

Sinful for some,
Paradise for the rest.

Read Poem: Paint yourself, by Phil Utumapu

Freedom calls my name like a mother searching for her lost child.

Do not chastise me with criticism, instead, free my spirit with love and understanding.

Discipline me with your wisdom, showing me the path with actions and deeds.

Anyone can tell a good tale, but proof walks in your shadow.

For the picture you paint of yourself will show the purpose of your life,

and your purpose, may save my life, in the end.

BY, Phillip Utumapu

Thank You Very Much.