On paper wings spread wide
Free of my confinement I breathe
Words resonate I write
Peace on paper
Whilst inside we hide
My mind swirls with energy
Words must write
On paper wings, they soar
Peace at last...
In plagues of old
Pen to paper
Not a punishment
Free to explore
Emma is a mum, a wife, a pioneer lay minister, a poet, author and blind wheelchair user. She lives just outside Reading, UK.
Emma started writing for an audience in 2009 and writes most days. You can read her thoughts on faith, life and mental health at http://llmcalling.blogspot.com
Over-thinking vs. Over-feeling by Louise Carmeli Montes
I stand amidst the blistering waves
among the chaos
Oh God, save me!
Save me from this feeling
that I can't fight any longer
I resort to dream,
but not make dreams as my master
I simply want to feel
the greatest depth of joy
Just as when the soul
lies on the green, green grass of home
and just like how the fresh air
pampers my sanity
Be brave, sweet darling!
Only if it is easier said than done
then I should have not wished for this curse
because as I cherish over thinking,
I embrace over feeling
Louise Carmeli Montes
Poetry is the art of her soul. Seeing life in a deeper perspective is her source of inspiration in writing. When emotions can’t be said upfront, poetry speaks.
Louise is from the Philippines. She finished a degree in Psychology and she considers poetry as her one of her ways of expressing her inner most thoughts and feelings.
“I know I am still a work in progress, but this does not stop me to look at the beauty of writing poems. I want to share words that can connect to the emotions of people.”
Chaos rained all over the country, Helpless was I, with my team A virus, destructive since the day of entry Never did we assume, not even in a dream. We could’ve controlled it, underestimated did we Just like a common cold, it’ll depart away Yet, it strives inside my people’s bodies with glee Confirmed that it arrived here, to perpetually stay.
I discerned a mother weeping, clutching her son, Poor child, was insubstantial for battle. Immunity, the moat of a castle in the long run, Incinerating him, was all we could do through the hassle. Worked like robots from dawn till dusk, into the night, Meals and sleep became a rare luxury. My wife, my boy cried with all their might, When I left for work, shouting their aching plea.
An oath is an oath, a promise for good service Mind you, it ain’t easy dragging your protesting brain, Inside premises, spelling death in every crevice It seemed incessant, as the death toll rose, numbers insane. The world carries the label, “Made in China”, On clothes, in kitchens, even on the beds they snooze on I catch whispers, that death too was “Made in China” Kept in the dark were we, until it spread full on.
Often I feel my body give up, fatigue wash over me Yet, I keep going as long as I could stay up As I’ve seen, numerous heads fall to death & be I pray, I work, I pray, I work, like a mantra for tuneup Often I feel, mother Earth seems to strike back For the beings we’ve killed, animals & trees No wonder we suffer, surviving barely through nature’s attack It’s time to show affection, my fellow humans please.
Dark Times by Kavindi M. Jayasinghe
Feeling of panic, Rising globally. Avaricious humans, Basked in your glory Ruining nature’s purity Today, Our sins expiated with lives sacrificed Oh dear world, have mercy.
We scurry around, Busy with, Attempts to discover Life on other planets. Causing chaos on you, Treating you with contempt. Today, You’ve brought us to our knees Oh dear world, have mercy.
I see your immunity system Has taken over, battling An overgrowing virus named “Covetous Humans” On both knees, here I am Oh dear world, have mercy
Kavindi M. Jayasinghe
I’m Kavindi M. Jayasinghe (KMJ), (IG handle – @kmj_poetic) a 21 year old medical student at Manipal Medical College. I’m a Sri Lankan born and I’ve been writing since my childhood days.
Poetry and writing has been my solace and passion for years. I prefer writing about the scars that need a voice and aspects that aren’t discussed about more, but I adore love poetry too.
I’m a pianist and music is an irrevocable part of my life. A proud optimist, who is a dreamer and an owner of a strong heart! Hope to save people’s lives and do some good in the world.
two thousand miles bathe between the heat of our hands yet I still feel his fingers dance down my spine and into the crevices of my aching heart
Kissed by Katherine Ngo
I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue painting portraits with the way he tasted
I’m a 22 year old Californian who loves poetry and art. Ever since my first poem written during sixth grade science camp, I haven’t been able to stop writing. Undeniably, I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m constantly daydreaming, doodling, and writing on scraps of paper. I love to paint pictures with words and will continue to do so for as long as I can.
Poetry has always been my form of escape. I’ve used it to cope with difficult situations and to manage emotional stress. It has become an essential part of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m grateful toward poetry and everything its helped me with and I’m so excited to share my work with everyone. Thank you so much for the support! I look forward to what the future holds.
Freshly lotioned hands gliding across a lover’s back
Or bass like thunder
Roaring down pain so they all know,
So they all will feel
Loudness like lightning
Setting the ground ablaze
A fire that grows and consumes
A trail of lovers burned alive?
What kind of song are you?
Or a drive by
Shouts and shrills singing praises
And professing lowliness
Are you like gospel?
And hips low
Shake the devil off
Round through the pews
Grabbing of hands
Latching together of loved ones
A community at the altar
Bowed before the throne of togetherness
Are you a dying genre
Of fatherless kids
Rocked to bed by styrofoam cups
Filled with lava
Passed from mouth to mouth
Destructive words geniusly parsed together
For the catchphrases to the detriment of a nation?
The ornaments fall from the alter with each syllable
A community member detaches with each lash of derogatory lyric
Like a whip across her womb.
Cheyenne Marcelus is a health research professional by day, Poet by night, and round-the-clock mother and wife. She is the author of the poetry collection Good to Me: A Poetic Journey to Self-Acceptance and Self-Preservation.
She has performed at various spoken word events across Canada and the United States, and is a former Southern Regional Winner and State Finalist of the Mississippi Poetry-Out-Loud Contest.
Cheyenne is a Columbia, Mississippi native residing in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband and son. Follow her on Instagram @cheyennemarcelus or check out www.cheyennemarcelus.com for more.
I never knew I’d miss you for such a length of time.
Never stepped outside myself to realize our separate journeys-
Until my last hug to you that night on that gurney.
I really don’t know that you even knew it was me.
Grieving your departure was a robbed opportunity.
Now I’m trapped with flash floods of sadness and painful memories. Forever longing for just one more morning of black coffee, tobacco, and conversations with you.
Terra Vagus is an introverted 20-something who resides in the Pacific Northwest. When they aren’t writing, they either have their nose in a book or they are out scouring abandoned and creepy places for anything paranormal. Terra Vagus is a lover of animals, literature, ghosts and the Earth.
The sky I see when I look out my window is the most beautiful sky my human eyes has seen. I’ve seen yellow, dark blue, purple, pink, orange, and gray skies. Even a gray sky is beautiful to me. I’ve seen a sky that will make you cry. I’ve seen a sky that will make you say He is real, there’s no doubt. I’ve seen a sky that will make you marvel in delight. I love looking out my window, and looking up at the beautiful sky. It makes me feel alive!
Glass Shells by Magdalena Garcia
Every time I’m around you, or talk to you I’m walking on glass shells. I have to constantly think twice, or sometimes three times before any words come out of my mouth. The last thing I want to do is step on those glass shells, and hurt myself. I thought glass shells were only found on the beach, but instead I find them close to me every time you’re with me. I notice that you aren’t emotionally available to me. Those glass shells are beautiful, but the damage they cause when stepped on will leave me with scars both physically, and mentally. Maybe if I tell you what those glass shells are doing to me, the hurt that they are causing me you’ll get rid of them, for me. Maybe you won’t because you like those glass shells, and think that they’re beautiful… Please don’t be deceived by there beauty! Those glass shells are ruining us. I’m going to try my best to remove them myself piece by piece, but if I see that you aren’t trying to help me I’ll let you keep the glass shells, but you will loose me.
Three Angels by Magdalena Garcia
I believe there are angels among us. I’ve been blessed with three. My three angels are different, and unique. They mean the world to me! They bring qualities to the table that makes them very special to me. My oldest angel is strong, but also sweet. He was given to me when my life was upside down to bring me peace. My middle angel is just like me she looks, walks, and talks like me. Her strength amazes me! My youngest angel is as smart as can be, and that one is attached to me. He will protect me like he’s a beast. My three angels are strong, and give me life. They make me want to stay, and fight. My three angels love me unconditionally, and make me a better version of me!
Magdalena is an Author of a poetry book named: The Madness Inside My Head that’s available on Amazon. Her work has been featured in multiple literary magazines.
She presently resides in East Harlem, Manhattan, and is the mother of three courageous children. Magdalena is a domestic violence survivor, and writing is therapeutic, for her. She loves to write, and does it everyday!
Everything around was so black And it was like I was a wreck You came from the blues And pulled me through
You introduced me to all the yellows And I had never looked so mellow Opened my eyes to all the goldens and greens I had never felt so young, even at sixteen I kept running around in circles
You put me on my throne of purples This fire inside had never calmed But now I see the reds in your warmth I had never felt so blue and light You made me feel as if I was in the sky You still come to me like I am the moon After a gloomy grey afternoon
Hi, I am Natalia Imran from Pakistan. My hobbies include writing poetry and articles. I also like to paint and draw sometimes. I am just a student and have no day job at the moment of course.
The focus of my writing is to deliver positivity, hope, clarity and many things through my poetry. It is not just a hobby, it’s a passion. I take my writing very seriously and wish to have a book published one day. No, i don’t have any published books yet.