Fire-red hostility whizzing through a burning hot blaze soldiers dodging in muddy trenches Blood-soaked earth holding the weight of fallen heroes The stench of death mingling with acrid smoke that fill his failing lungs
The sun is a murderer beating a blazing dragon’s poison on rugged uniforms The moon is a robber hunting tired prey that pause to blink Death is an escaped prisoner googly eyeballs rolling for prey on a sinking earth
He holds his weapon in one plastic arm patched with thread dipped in blood of fellow comrades Fallen Splintered Scattered across a flooded ground as the stars shoot and time runs by a whizzing bullet
Now a crippled bundle of bones fastened to a wheelchair The only remnant of a forgotten bravery is a missing limb PTSD is a spider lurking in the corners with the cobwebs in a dingy attic he calls home
Living off the ‘Thank you for your service’s scarcely thrown his way as lonely eyes peek through a shuttered window in a dusty room where faded copper medals lay in abandoned shame
His heart is a leaden hammer breaking a fragile memory into shredded leaves But his strength is made of eternal concrete
About the Poet
Perry Kay lives in New York but her heart is in LA. She love to write poems and short stories and wishes to one day publish a novel. You can follow her on Instagram @perrykay39
Babbling perennial brooks untamed Streaming through the fissures unstrained Limpid, pure bliss that flowed in trail Drops that converges in deep vale Sunshine buss on the dew drop plain
Kaleidoscope of light's attained The clouds that downpour unrestrained Of slushy snow, rain, mist and hail Untold moods babbling perennial.
The tranquil disposition claimed When the ripple effect is gained The existence of mortals frail When the sea swells on a large scale The basis of life unexplained Untold moods babbling perennial.
About the Poet
Aalia Liaquat is from Bangalore, India. She is a kindergarten teacher. Aalia started writing 20 years ago, although then writing happened infrequently. For the past six months, writing poetry has become Aalia’s passion. She writes mostly romantic poetry but she loves to write on different themes as well. Follow Aalia’s popular poetry on Instagram: @harvestingmind
Darkness is not an easy thing to escape It's an endless abyss A mysterious, foreboding void of nothingness A tempting place to hide The darkness can be a friend When it wraps you up in its black sheets And keeps you oblivious And blocks all the pain But its comfort is a lie The darkness will betray you It will leave you cold and exposed It will change you When it's gone, all you have left are threads Threads from its once comforting sheets Threads that hold your sanity But the threads are never that many All you can do is cling to these threads And hope to find more Because these threads will be your only escape That is, if your lucky
About the Poet
Natasha is fourteen years old and a sophomore in high school. Impressive, right?! This talented poet enjoys spending her free time writing, reading and watching anime, with a few things in between. Anyone who knows in her in real life knows her to be a shy, “weird bookworm that alternates between loner and insider, and has constant mood swings”. Online, she likes to think of herself as extremely friendly and weird. Eve Poetry Magazine finds Natasha to be insightful and beyond her years. We hope she continues to hone her craft. Her talent has endless possibilities with a bright future ahead. Thank you for sharing your work, Natasha! Keep at it!
Every time I pluck a rose And thorns don't hurt me Every time I jump over the fire And the ends of my cloth Don't catch the embers Every time I hurt you And I get away with it I see a part of myself Running away from me A part that forbids me To violate, but I do And what is left is pretentious What is left is not me It's a part that my real self Left behind.
My name is Saud Ahmed, I am from Pakistan. Poetry has always been my passion. What we can’t say, we can write. I always find a way out of the walls with the help of pen, it gives me strength. My Instagram handle is @sauds.poetry where I post whatever my mind can think of. As quoted by Atticus, ‘I write what I feel, not what I think I should feel’.
It is though in those years⠀ I was lost at sea⠀ ⠀ Longed hard for love’s arms ⠀ to wrap warmth around me⠀ ⠀ Instead glacial glares ⠀ Frost dealt cold as ice⠀ ⠀ Left to tread frigid dread⠀ Just so you would play nice
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Words said that were painfully true, with cruel intentions of hurting you. Two tears once laid upon this bed, fighting lonely instead. The past can not be rewritten, but if wishful thinking were true. I would chose love over living without you.
About the Poet:
Michael is a thirty years old and currently resides in Dallas, Texas. He is a college student who loves to write. Michael’s recent project: self publishing his written works. He has been seriously writing and honing his craft for one year.
You can find and follow Michael on YouTube: Mike ThaPoet and Instagram: @mikethapoet
I am addicted to you
Standing there in the dark
Knowing I should not touch
Knowing I should not taste
Unable to resist
You have taught me
You have touched me
Lured me into your darkness
Knowing I should not stay
Unable to leave
I find comfort in your darkness
Feeling it consume me
As I consume you
I try to forget
I try to leave
But in the darkness I am lost
I have lost you
I have lost myself
I am addicted to you
Standing there in my heart
From the Poet:
I am Roelien, a South African currently living in Southeast Asia. I compose poems in both English and Afrikaans, and although my first language is Afrikaans, I actually prefer to write in English, as I find the English language much more romantic and passionate. I would describe myself as a highly creative person, even though by day I earn my keep as an accountant. A very boring job, but one I enjoy tremendously. And so, to keep my life in perfect balance between my structured and organised job and my colorful, creative, romantic, rebel heart, I found the perfect outlet in poetry.
I still remember writing my very first poem way back in high school, after a cute young man unknowingly broke my heart. Writing helped me understand and cope with my emotions and has since evolved into also helping me understand the lessons learnt during my life.
For me, my poems are a snapshot of significant events in my life, bringing back memories in greater detail than any photo ever could. And to share my poetry and have others also enjoy it, well that is just a dream come true!
Forgiveness is not black and white⠀ For layers peel back in their time ⠀ A placid beast of delicate skins⠀ expose deep lesions ⠀ Wounds cannot forgive ⠀ Their sting stirs memory⠀ Only time can heal⠀ Never to forget ⠀
The war in me for equality For equal pay Performing quality work in the same way And never needing to be told Cause I have integrity to uphold I do what is right Regardless of whose around or nowhere in sight In my skin, I have nothing to hide Living above reproach with family on my side Not the one's that you may think Most of them prefer that I fail and sink Please don't waste pretense to worry about me I know who to trust and hold close Those who are fake in due time, truth wins and their lies are exposed