Cold wind
wraps around her like a
blanket
instead of warmth
it chills her to the bone
and for a second
a short, quiet second
her icy cold heart
shivers
the gush of wind
reaching the core
of her soul
Monday, June 30, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
Before we fight each other...
Before we fight each other
Before we preach and then kill
Before we organize meetings
Before we form armies
We must find solutions
We must be kind
We must learn to love
We must give and give even more
Beggars lie on pavement
Skin clinging to bone
Hands unused to the feeling of coin
Life knowing nothing but pain
Scared, the boy runs away from
Rarely-present-at-home father
The strong smell of cheap liquor
Coating each beating, each abusive word
Her feet fail her
Unable to take her any further
She falls on the hot gravel
Looks back to see if he's still chasing her
Innocent animal, large wondering eyes
He's scared and backs away on to a wall
He feels the cool blade slicing through his neck
Blood spills as life leaves him, now a mere chunk of meat
Mosquito flies from man to man
Looking for a sip of blood
Hungry for food she lands on skin
Only to be slapped by man
Whimpering, it howls and cries
Orders and loud voices don't help it calm down
It yelps when broom hits him
A silent night follows
Before we preach and then kill
Before we organize meetings
Before we form armies
We must find solutions
We must be kind
We must learn to love
We must give and give even more
Beggars lie on pavement
Skin clinging to bone
Hands unused to the feeling of coin
Life knowing nothing but pain
Scared, the boy runs away from
Rarely-present-at-home father
The strong smell of cheap liquor
Coating each beating, each abusive word
Her feet fail her
Unable to take her any further
She falls on the hot gravel
Looks back to see if he's still chasing her
Innocent animal, large wondering eyes
He's scared and backs away on to a wall
He feels the cool blade slicing through his neck
Blood spills as life leaves him, now a mere chunk of meat
Mosquito flies from man to man
Looking for a sip of blood
Hungry for food she lands on skin
Only to be slapped by man
Whimpering, it howls and cries
Orders and loud voices don't help it calm down
It yelps when broom hits him
A silent night follows
half-kiss
A light touch
of lips on cheek
a kiss, it was not
half-kiss, maybe
She leans in
towards him
feeling the warmth
wanting more
He sighs
moves away
looks at her
then leaves
She reaches out
but he's gone
all that's left is
a half-kiss
of lips on cheek
a kiss, it was not
half-kiss, maybe
She leans in
towards him
feeling the warmth
wanting more
He sighs
moves away
looks at her
then leaves
She reaches out
but he's gone
all that's left is
a half-kiss
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Gentleness of death
He doesn't feel the gentleness of death
As it slows his breath, his heartbeat
Of destination he is oblivious
As he takes steps to his plot in a graveyard
He smiles as though life is never ending
Lives through each day dreaming of eternity
A firm believer in forever
He doesn't know his story is soon ending
Death though forgets not a single man
To have ever been born
He smiles with the baby, moments ago born
Tells him with life, also comes death
The baby forgets Death's words as he grows older
And so doesn't believe he will soon be dust and ashes
In denial he lives of the dark, dead future
And so Death takes him by surprise always
Last year
Last year
You asked me to stay
When I wanted to leave
This year
You told me I could leave
Anytime I wanted to
Last year
You were someone I
Respected and even loved
This year
You are someone I
Detest and have no respect for
Last year
I was happy
Always smiling
This year
It's difficult to get through
A day without crying
Last year
You asked me
If everything was alright
This year
You walk past me
Without even noticing
Monday, June 2, 2014
Poems written aren't always read
I can put together words
that follow the rhythm
I have in mind
Words that paint the picture
of the scene
I have in mind
Of all the things
that remain hidden
in my mind
The few that find
their way on to paper
brings relief to my mind
Poems, although written
don't always make the writer
a poet
Can we compare our silly words
to those in textbooks
waiting to be torn apart by eager students?
For this reason
word-creations are called
poetry and 'poetry'
The punctuation
an indication that the word is used
for the lack of something better
An indication that although
fitting of the definition of poetry
they aren't worthy of the title
And yet these poems and 'poems'
are written by
lovers of words, lovers of thought
They are shoved in our faces
to be read, liked, commented on
and of course, shared
And yet, readers struggle
reading them
understanding them
A 'like' is thoughtlessly given
when reading get tough
and words seem to have lost all sense
So who is a poet
worthy of
the title?
What poems
can be called poems
instead of 'poems'?
Who placed the line
between poetry and
good poetry?
How good do you need to be
or how good can you be
to 'publish' your creations?
that follow the rhythm
I have in mind
Words that paint the picture
of the scene
I have in mind
Of all the things
that remain hidden
in my mind
The few that find
their way on to paper
brings relief to my mind
Poems, although written
don't always make the writer
a poet
Can we compare our silly words
to those in textbooks
waiting to be torn apart by eager students?
For this reason
word-creations are called
poetry and 'poetry'
The punctuation
an indication that the word is used
for the lack of something better
An indication that although
fitting of the definition of poetry
they aren't worthy of the title
And yet these poems and 'poems'
are written by
lovers of words, lovers of thought
They are shoved in our faces
to be read, liked, commented on
and of course, shared
And yet, readers struggle
reading them
understanding them
A 'like' is thoughtlessly given
when reading get tough
and words seem to have lost all sense
So who is a poet
worthy of
the title?
What poems
can be called poems
instead of 'poems'?
Who placed the line
between poetry and
good poetry?
How good do you need to be
or how good can you be
to 'publish' your creations?
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