A Deathbed is Too Late

A Deathbed is Too Late - a poem about consumerism

A Deathbed is Too Late by Rosa Hernandez

Here’s the sore
The one I know I can no longer ignore
My home, my car, my clothes, my shoes
Disgraced I find that I have, too
fallen ill to the disease that plagues
the privileged western race

I make up a part of that which devalues the sphere of humanity
Consumerism dangled pretty things on the tv screen
I walked into the web of materialistic idolatry
Believing the void could be fixed with extravagant things.

How wrong am I? How wrong are you?
We’ve imposed this insane ideology on our children, too

A deathbed is too late to reach life’s ultimate conclusion
Now is the time to face society’s deranged illusion
Our worth is in occultation by our basic human pride

In the end
Are any of these things genuinely worth sacrificing what’s inside?

<strong>Rosa Hernandez</strong>
Rosa Hernandez

I am an aspiring author/ poet who enjoys writing as my most treasured form of creating Art. I also enjoy astronomy, Astrophotography, and painting. I love creating! I focus on writing about higher consciousness, the intricate web of the human condition and heart matters.

Writing has always been a healing experience for me; an alchemical way of projecting my soul’s deepest thoughts onto other kindred minds and hearts. I was awarded the Editor’s choice award for a poem from the International library of poet in 2008.

You can read snippets of my poetry on Instagram @a_musesvault 

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My Lover’s Eyes

My Lover’s Eyes by Jyothsna Manchikalapudi

I miss you in a lot of places, even on days when it’s hard to imagine happiness.
On these days, I think of the nights we built our own space of fullness.
Drunk in the night, you stuttered to find the right words,
But I don’t need words, I can see it in your eyes.
Your sad, soulful and earnest eyes.
Say, why do you always look at me like you have dreams to share and skies to fly?

<strong>Jyothsna Manchikalapudi</strong>
Jyothsna Manchikalapudi

I am Jyothsna, an Indian dentist who loves love, words and people. I’m drawn to everything in the universe that is small but has a profound effect in our lives.

My poetry is for anyone that loves poems and a little more of it, hence the name: @poemsandalittlemore 

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Broken Wings

Broken Wings

Broken Wings by Sinead McGuigan

At the break of day
skies fill with orange hues
Green trees stand tall and still
cradling birds with broken wings
chirping in their protective hold

As the sun rises with burning light
creating a gallery of wonder in our eyes
We breathe in our solemn truth
wispy clouds stop to adorn

The fragility of life imprisoned by
conscious thought
Awakens
Gazing at the aurora
naked eyes of the soul
we breathe in our new existence
lifting the veil on humanity’s strife

Look beyond the horizon
in endless wonder
Birds soar
flying as angels
to a new beginning
a new life
filled with love
and compassion
under a crimson sky

<strong>Sinead McGuigan</strong>
Sinead McGuigan

Sinead is an Irish poet living in Co Meath and has been published in several anthologies. Sinead, a University College Dublin graduate, returned to writing poetry in the last two years.

Writing is her greatest passion. Sinead plans to release her solo book in the near future.

Her Instagram account name is @sineadmcgpoetry.

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The Inevitable End

The Inevitable End by M.N. Rose

Your kisses tasted of apologies and a final goodbye.
Yet looking in your milky way eyes, I saw supernovas of despair and sorrow.
One explosion after the next until, like a monsoon, tears flooded from their home. Yet I couldn’t bare it.. I couldn’t look at you anymore. It hurt to breathe, each breath worse than the last… fire in my chest as my soul screamed for mercy.
And as silence fell between us, we both could hear my tender heart shatter. shards spraying across a love. A love that was never meant to last…. but in the end it turns out we were stupid enough to try, anyway.

Blind Trust by M.N. Rose

I ebb and flow between your words
and my own haunted thoughts.
This reality and my own.
Your promises and my fears.
Begging you not to destroy my scarred and bleeding heart,
that I hold in my trembling hands.

<strong>M.N. Rose</strong>
M.N. Rose

I am just a midwestern girl, born and raised in the beautiful state of Michigan. I have been writing poetry since I was 10 years old and I haven’t stopped ever since. I was just recently given a push to share my work with the world and I thought, “why not..”
 
I hope that what I write touches people or could possibly help heal someone through pain I’ve gone through. It would make it all worth it to me.

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A Walk of Courage

A Walk of Courage by Sarah V. Rain

Cold and cautious,
remembering the days of misery and contempt,
hollow words and piercing gazes,
pinning me to the ground,
Not able to move,
withering like a wet cat
Aware of sneering faces,
And feeling berated.

Holding on to the precious self-respect
And gaining the strength
To take steps,
to move forward.
Head held high,
Spine straight,
looking them dead in the eyes.
A slow smile forming on my face,
A sudden rush of self-confidence coursing through my veins,
I’ve won this battle and
Ready for next.

They may look me upon
As weak and breakable,
But the spirit of mine is unbreakable,
Gone through fire and molded with iron
took years of sweat and blood, which made my core stronger.
The faces now confused,
hushed voices getting louder,
I walk away without glancing backwards,
Not any more bothered.

<strong>Sarah V. Rain</strong>
Sarah V. Rain

Words written grammatically makes sense, and when arranged beautifully, invokes the right emotions. That is what Sarah does best. She is a 21-year-old aspiring writer and poet from India.

Sarah writes about love and life through her experiences blended with some puns, which most of us can relate to, on a personal level, and if you don’t understand some, you might need another reading. Because that’s what she’s best at.

She can hide subtle details behind those lines, which, if missed, would render you confused. Well, what’s the fun if it was so simple and direct, right? So if you are into some word porn stuff, definitely check out her work! When she’s not writing she loves to read and really try hard at cooking.

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Explosive Independence

Explosive Independence

Explosive Independence by Kiana Balacich

Please don’t label me
“loud” because I share ideas.
I am a thinker.

Please don’t label me
“bossy” because I can lead.
I am a teacher.

Please don’t label me
before you get to know me.
It doesn’t make sense.

Once, there was a time
when I cared what haters thought.
Their words cut me deep.

Today I declare
explosive independence
from all they’ve ever said.

I won’t hide, shrink, or
change myself for their labels.
I’ll keep sparkling.

Harmony After the Discord by Kiana Balacich

When I need good vibes,
I hold onto the music
I hear in my heart.

Music gives me hope
that there will be harmony
after the discord.

I find clarity
when I organize my thoughts
across the six strings.

The steady drumbeat
reminds my heart how to beat
again and again.

Music restores my hope—
after heartbreak, there will be
better days ahead.

<strong>Kiana Balacich</strong>
Kiana Balacich

Kiana Balacich is a writer from New York City. She writes poetry and short stories sprinkled with magical realism.

When she’s not writing, she’s playing guitar and trying to live life to the fullest.

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What Shall Become of Us?

What Shall Become of Us? by Katja Kremzer

What shall become of us,
when the rain stops and your reflection in the water disappears?

When all the words spoken linger in the air only to be taken by the envious wind in the first glimmers of sunlight?

When all I know is just a fading memory as your hands never reach mine again.

One Day You Were Just Gone by Katja Kremzer

And I sent paper cranes after you
but they never reached you.
Got entangled in the noise
and the rain soaked their paper wings.
So they fell back into my lap,
where they unfolded into dormant memories
to silently wait for your return.

<strong>Katja Kremzer</strong>
Katja Kremzer

Katja Kremzer is an aspiring writer who scribbles short stories and poems in her notebooks.

If it were up to her, her day would start with a cup of coffee, a good book placed next to it and piano music gently playing from an old record player. She would lie in the grass, cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, while the sound of the typewriter tuned out the noise of the trains passing by.

But in reality, it begins with an alarm clock telling her to go to work.

Her motto: “If I can’t capture the moment with a camera, I will paint it. If I cannot do that, I will describe it with poetic allegories.”

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Void

Void by Arpita Agarwal

You find yourself looking for him from the corners of your eyes, turn the slightest on your bed in hope of his warm embrace.
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There’s nothing your brain pictures.
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A vaguely formed necklace of arms going around your neck, a touch so cold sends shivers down your spine in the deepest of your skin.
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A slideshow of Polaroids.

You get up and bend down, even the worn-out shoes and the filthy lace brushes off the dust on the cardboard of the picture of him fastening your sandals.
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Stick the frame to your heart.
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When the world’s asking for forgiveness to the moon, all you hear is the howling of dogs and tickling of the clock, your feet complain but their lips stop midway to the shattering roar of your heart.
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The same dampened lake after your porch.
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Your melody tries to climb the air to sing along those birds. Past the crowded empty streets, past the moving dead bodies and the flickering traffic lights. Frozen pockets of your overcoat ain’t worthy to search for warmth in them, says every vein.
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The same quintessential forest.
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Stepping onto the sand turned soil ignoring the splinters longing you cascade, drops of blood slip through the corner of every bruise to mix into the sweat, each tissue giving texture of your beloved leaves and twigs imprinted in your mind.
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Creatures and creators to utter, welp.
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“There will come a white deer and I will forever save the two most beautiful creations on this planet in my capture!”
His voice, each syllable echoes ages hence, staring at the unending valley, you witnessed redolent lilies wither and die and bloom again every spring. Just one step and you’ll forever be among those gardens sleeping with your love.
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Where’s the click?
How can you face him? He only had one dream.
It will come chants every ripple in the river below and I sit there head on my knees hearing to his laughter, dying on his smile and feeling the gentle kisses in my mind..
Void isn’t always empty
We wrapped in a blanket of negativity
Repulse creatures
It’s emptiness empties.

<strong>Arpita Agarwal</strong>
Arpita Agarwal

I’m, Arpita Agarwal, a 16-year-old amateur writer. I am currently a student of Commerce. Reading different writers has been my hobby since childhood, but I started writing only a few months back when I realised that it is my escape from the harsh realities of life.

During this blissful journey, I have taken part in many online writing contests and anthologies through my Instagram handle (@_thepoeticsoul._). One of my works was also published in an anthology named ‘The year ends’. 

I aspire to keep pouring my feelings into words and seek shelter in my readers’ minds through them.

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Umbra

Umbra by Chloe Wade

I’ll live in hope that your shadow falls on another pavement,
But the sun won’t change the way it casts you.
The sun works with silhouettes and what it can see,
Not false promises that will never be –
The blinding hope that’s blinding me
To your true nature.
Blooming flowers in every other garden.
A ricochet that leaves me sunburnt every time,
A magnified ray of your carelessness
As you, once again,
Forget me.
When light falls on the horizon,
I’ll be at your forefront.
But when the clouds distract you,
I simply blend into the ground
With only my concrete boredom for company,
Until the skies clear themselves again –
I’ll still refer to it as a sunny day.
But lately
I find myself waiting longer and longer
For the next sunrise.

Bye, Bye, Butterfly by Chloe Wade

Nobody can hear me.
Each plead as delicate as a butterfly’s wing,
Falling upon deaf ears,
As they beat outside your door.
Too quiet to notice.
Insignificantly small.
Let me in.
A welcome guest.
Remember me for a second,
Then leave a gap in the window,
Waiting for me to fly away
(Wishing me to fly away)
So the world can continue as normal.
Shut me out.
A better place to be
When the windows are closed.
Bye, bye butterfly…
Inside I am screaming to be seen,
But I know you only see the outside of me.
The wings adorned with colourful lies
Nobody sees through.
Even then,
You’d rather not look.
I’ve forgotten how to fly outside of this beautiful garden –
Limited times of paradise
And free from the burden of beating my wings.
I wish I could stay;
The rest of the world is unwelcoming.
Struggling to stay up in the air.
I could crumble like pastry if you preferred,
Leaving you with only my pieces.
But that wouldn’t be very pretty,
Would it?

<strong>Chloe Wade</strong>
Chloe Wade

My name is Chloe and I am a 19-year-old student from England, studying English with a minor in Film.

Writing poetry has always been a more private interest to me, expressing my emotions privately and intimately through the form of prose.

Since creating my poetry account, I continue to step out of my comfort zone and finally share my writing! Common topics within my poetry include open portrayals of love, self-love, heartbreak and my struggles with mental health.

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Summer 2020

Summer 2020 (Covid 19 Edition) by Kamakshi Verma

The flowers under the sun

sublimed into scent

across the green expanse

as spring welcomed summer.

The clouds too receded,

for the sun to make its mark

across the vastness above

as it transitioned into ether.

In greetings, I let the sunshine

settle onto my skin

for I too yearn to evaporate,

to rise, to disappear.

To elope, to when

I roamed around

to satiate my wanderlust,

to summer escapes & travels-

to the normal yesteryear.

For here we are now,

at an unknown home.

Helplessly entangled

in pandemic & panic,

here in the world

that’s upside down.

Where the sun shines

to mock, to lure,

to make us repent.

To remind us of

the times taken for granted,

the precious blessings

we carelessly spent.

So this summer

I travel to gratitude & hope,

I revisit my memories,

I am humbled,

& I pray for humanity’s

peaceful adobe.

<strong>Kamakshi Verma</strong>
Kamakshi Verma

 Kamakshi Verma is from New Delhi, India. She is a student of Bachelor’s of Education. Apart from being an educator in making, she is a theatre enthusiast and performer, a linguaphile who is currently learning Spanish, a social worker who has been volunteering for different NGOs in India and a newly published writer.

Through her writings, she covers  a spectrum of topics – Self love and acceptance, Nature and Travel, Romance, and Tragedy, Feminism, Mental Health, etc.

She draws her inspiration from literary legends like Sylvia Path, Margaret Atwood, Shirley Toulson, Robert Frost, John Keats.

As for her future plans, she is hopeful for working on and later publishing her debut book of poetry.

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