Something had broken through the silence, a sound a sigh in a breath
perhaps it was a weight shifted
or the weight of the silence itself
or the way I pulled at my wrists
the desire we ached for
the infinite weight of desire itself or all of these things that had waited so long.
And now, where is her voice
but better to ask, where is mine?
R.H. Alexander
R.H. Alexander has been writing poetry since he was seven, when his mother showed him how her typewriter could work miracles.
After a career that spanned forty years starting in journalism and ending as a representative to manufacturers in the outdoor sports world, he began writing new poems in 2010 and has not stopped since.
Alexander lives in Minnesota, is married to Pamela, and has two daughters and seven grandchildren.
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When it comes to rhyming poetry, I want to expand it.
It’s been dead for years,
And no one demands it.
It can withstand the test of time in the
Right person’s hands.
Jarrius “Yenaros” Smith
Jarrius Smith’s mix of lyricism, detail, and style is a dangerous force to be reckoned with. He is known in the literary community (on Wattpad.com and, most notably, Sweek.com) by his alias “Yenaros”.
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Cut Me Deeper
Let me lick the blade
So you can cut me deeper
It's easier that way
Our death so much quicker
Nikki C. Mercer
Nikki C Mercer is a wordsmith residing in Adelaide Australia. She manages a family, financial career and passion for creative writing.
Nikki’s pursuits include endurance running, eating way too much sugar and experiencing the depth of life. Nikki is co-author and published poet in a number of anthologies worldwide.
Connect with Nikki on Instagram by searching for handle: @ImagineExploreCreate
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Freedom
On paper wings spread wide
I fly
Soaring
Free of my confinement I breathe
Deeply
Thoughts elevate
I embrace
Create
Words resonate I write
Freedom...
Peace on paper
Whilst inside we hide
My mind swirls with energy
Stop thinking
Words must write
On paper wings, they soar
Peace at last...
Take flight
In plagues of old
Creators embraced
Time closeted
As gifts
Shakespeare sat
Contained safely
Pen to paper
King Lear
Isolation
Not a punishment
Free to explore
Take flight
Emma Major
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
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Over-thinking vs. Over-feeling by Louise Carmeli Montes
I stand amidst the blistering waves
exceptionally placid
among the chaos
weeping, crying
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.”
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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.
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Two things happened when I snapped the thread that was holding me back my heart fell off my sleeve
and I stumbled forward without grace and fell down upon my knees
sometimes what we see as holding us back was holding us up and together
and sometimes mountains are just mountains
not meant to be climbed
and not all rivers find the ocean
and not all fathers find the time
and maybe not all of the threads you unravel
will bring you peace of mind
The Farmer’s Wife by Blue Collared Owl
So swings the scythe with just one hand when the other hand lacks the muscle
against the grain as the pendulum sways with each swath revealing more stubble
but still she hangs on because her faith is her strength like freshly dampened soil hugs a shovel
till the harvest is done and the union has won she’ll stand in the field feeling humbled
because that’s what it means when you take on a vow as you plow through the wind and the rain
she is bound to the earth her hands covered in dirt but she trusts he will wash it away…
Blue Collared Owl
I am a blue collared owl, a husband and a father, a voice for the mute in the grand coalescence, I am a fish transcending water
I nurse most my poems over nights shifts I know that nothing here belongs to me I’ve seen god while watching birds And I believe that poetry should be humbling above all.
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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
Katherine Ngo
Hello!
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.
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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
Striking violently
Setting the ground ablaze
A fire that grows and consumes
A trail of lovers burned alive?
What kind of song are you?
A lullaby
Or a drive by
Shouts and shrills singing praises
And professing lowliness
Are you like gospel?
Hands high
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
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.
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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
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.
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