Genre: Rhyme, Life
It’s been a pleasure
To write with cause
Not just because
The words are there
On tip of tongue
And finger
To be pressed
In patterns
With rhythm and thought
Seen not as blots
Spat out on white surface
But merely a mind
Supplied with reason
Experience
And strong desire
To bleed ink on pages.
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Genre: Love
From a distant space
It lingers in grace,
Amidst the air
In a croon so fair.
A strange rhythm,
Sneaking in,through my solitary chest ceiling;
Sweetly thrumming my heart walls
And luring my soul with bewitching calls.
I’m now the flower dancing the wind:
A prey captivated amid your mind,
And by your kind spell and charms
Am slaughtered in your arms.
Now,why near though far?
And Why faraway,yet near?
Why the soothing thrum,in silence I hear?
Honey stings,roses spears,
This our still minds should bear-
Not just swimming the ocean of pearl.
Come,lets dance in harmony;
To this long lingering melody.
No fairer poise gesture,
Nor the poison of treasure,
Can fetch such pleasure:
This mingling meets Devine measure.
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Genre: ironic, dark humour, funny, surreal, work
This handbook remains out of print
Swimming uphill with a snow suit on
Is not recommended for beginners.
It can be vexing to find oneself
Trailing in a stickleback wake.
The safest approach is to lie on your back
Letting the current take over.
In time you will note the point
Between silt and shore.
Intermediate persons may jump
From the bridge in order
To determine the size of their splash.
An instructor may be bankside
To offer assistance.
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Genre: Dark/Motivational/Relationship/Redemption/Hope
Conquering Shadows
Lo, the Morn, my bitter, the world forgot,
How to love you without selfish causes.
Behold, us Shadows, crestfallen and fraught,
Diseased with Sin, the untamed and lawless.
Eternal nightmares consuming your world,
Pestering the righteous and breaking day.
Shattered Shadows become souls wielding swords,
Blades to your neck, they progress your decay.
But the might of your Light dies and rebirths,
Casting sight, revealing Daemons of Night,
And we seize the wicked and dance in mirth,
For triumph’s succeeded by mind and sight.
Let not discouragement bury good heart.
Conquered Shadows will recede back to dark.
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Genre: Awareness, Society, Hope, Painful, motivational
Cascaded by the edge of fire
Surviving this persecution
Unknown to passing eyes
Life that was meant to save
Not be subject to explicit wear
I was surrounded by hope
Cast into a glorious life
Blinded by the lights
Raised to believe the stories
Ruined by a passing night
Where this story began
Is not for the weakened soul
Blind folded and drugged
Stripped and prodded
Scored by evil
Passed by greed
Gifted to the hidden
Robbed of all faith
Labeled for a life time
Beaten by pleasure
Fondled by many
Bought by blood money
Tears hidden by rain
Rewarded by survival
Cascaded by the edge of fire
Surviving this persecution
Rescued by a passing night
I am surrounded by hope
Where this story ends
A new begins
To save the world
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Genre: Family
you were seven
and a half
your mother told you
to hide,
quick
before your father came home
with a temper
and a belt
you were sixteen
and pregnant
your baby’s father
out running
his fingers
through someone else’s hair
while your morning sickness
kept yours
pinned back
you were twenty six
holding a new baby
in your arms
i’d kept you up for
three months
and your husband
comes home to
remind you
he would kill you
if you fell asleep
holding me
you were thirty three
holding me in your arms
as you wept
that it would be just us
now
it would be just us
now
you were thirty seven
and on a stress leave
from your back breaking
minimum wage job
trying with all your might
to stop me from becoming
my father
as you watched your little girl
drink
until she forgot
where she came from
you were forty four
i cried that you left
me for the wolves
for what he did to me
while you were
breaking your tired bones
putting food on the table
for me
making sure i’d never
know hunger
like you did
you were forty nine
when i realized
the woman before me
was a person
entirely imperfect
but selfless
doing the best she could
in a life
that had given you
so much less
than you deserved
i
had given you less
than you deserved
you have always
been
a mother
beautifully imperfect
but loving
beyond measure
doing the best she could
with what
her years
had given her.
-Ashley Corcoran, “threesixtyfivepoems.com”
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Genre: Love, Romance
I put my heart in this
I didn’t want to start with this
The love has been in me instead of around me
And you’ve taken part in this
.
Pardon miss behavior you wouldn’t know how hard it gets
To love when love has been taken for granted and your only love is where the party is
.
Blessed down to your dress I’m star-struck in this cardigan.
I’ll die in your arms tonight and tomorrow be your guardian.
Protecting you from inadvertent mistakes and the harm you’re in.
You will discover sincerity in my eyes
Look whose arms you’re in
.
You’re a queen, Elizabeth, I adore you it’s all pleasant.
You’re more amazing than December 25th
I’m delighted in your presence.
You leave after tonight I wouldn’t bet it
Because I’ll lift that dress and go beneath you like a peasant.
Peace
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Genre: Society, Philosophical, Inspirational, Life, Motivational
I DON’T SEE COLOUR
The famous phrase people say to distance themselves from
racism, but unless there is something wrong with your eyes
you can not escape my colour
You don’t see the different shape of my nose, my almond shaped
eyes, my wool textured earthly locs?
I want you to see my colour, my beautiful chocolate brown
shade of beauty
I want you to notice this colour I so proudly wear
I want you to appreciate this colour that was handed down
to me by my African ancestors who survived the middle
passage, slavery and more atrocities then you could
imagine.
“I’m not racist” you say “I see everyone the same” I am
colour blind, well what do you see? You see all shades of
white you erase me to sooth your eyes and make it
comfortable for you.
I don’t see colour, please… this is what society teaches, then
you must not appreciate art all the vibrant colours on a
canvas you don’t see that either?
Why would you not want to see the varieties of beauty that
surround you?
I want you to love my colour, my pigmentation, be in awe of
my glowing mahogany skin.
I want you to see and acknowledge my hue, by denying it is
to deny my being, deny my ethnicity and heritage.
My brownness strengthens me, uplifts me and brings me to
a higher plane
I have self-love and know my worth
SEE ME AS A BEAUTIFUL ENLIGHTENED SPIRITUAL
MAHOGANY SISTA WHO IS WOKE!!
Appreciate the beauty that comes in all shades I see it and
its magnificent
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Genre: Love, Romance
You have the patience of a saint. Through your grace and kind nature, I have come to understand and believe that true love exists for some who seek it in their hearts….
I yield to thy heart
So pure and sincere
Who sacrificed all for love
Filled with awe filled with fear…
My soul thee broughtest back
From the clutches of despair…
Reminiscent I of Anna karenina:
“every heart has its own skeleton…”
In reverence…..in prayer
I seek peace….
I seek solace…
From the perils of my anguished soul….
Distant thoughts, heavy heart, deep sigh lingering…
Frightened..desolate…cold..
But thy words of strength
Reached out and released the shackles from my heart tis’ pained….
No more shall thee suffer heartache in silence…
Or love lost again….
Precious this moment be
That I honour thy presence eternally…..
Grateful to thee…
The light that shines brightly
And mine faithfully…..
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Genre: Relationship, Love
You don’t even know
the power
you don’t realise
the flower
that grows inside
illusioned with pride
guarded by mind
is your might
is your right
to fight
versus premise of life
to know the truth
to be full, not half.
Whilst keeping it a prisoner
in a dark corner of your heart
you can not fathom
you can not know
you can not see
you can not be
who you are.
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