Poem of the Week: Peace of It All

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And we end National Poetry Month with a poem I written recently. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading the Poems of the Week!

Through the countryside
The rolling hills
The brisk wind
The dewy smell
English nature beckons a call

Books pile high
Cup of tea by my side
I lay down on the dark, green grass
Words dance on the page
Dance through the clear, blue sky
My peaceful reading calms the land

The wind picks up
The grass dances along the plains
Nature breathtaking
So I pick up my pen
My writing flows off the page

March On

 
Our voices were heard
Our purpose was fought
Pitchforks clenched in our hands
Taking a large stab at injustice along the way
 
The Mall usually paved red, white and blue
Pink looks good on the city streets
The big Palace stands strong and defiant one day
Quivers at out feet the very next
 
Hate scattered our paths
Remnants of a despicable coming to light
But our feet prove we’ll not be shackled
Knowledge takes a stand against ignorance
 
“What do they want?”
“Just accept it.”
There is no acceptance of misogyny and hate
They try to take away our hope
But we march on
Our desire will survive
Don’t give up
Never surrender
Our fight must go on

Poem: Force To Be Reckoned

Our voice was heard
Our rights were won
One day at a time
We fought for what was right

But one simple check of a box
Set our stride back years
The vote belittle us
Ignorant men humor
Pride wins over equality

They think they won
Power at their grasp
But once given can be taken away
Their voice continues to bellow out
But They didn’t count
When They squeak,
We roar

We are strong
We are loud
Spoken or written
We will be heard
Arrogance can safely sit on top
But they don’t know
We are force to be reckon with
In our case
Silence is not Golden

Poem: In A Matter of Hours, In A Matter of a Day

I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.

 

In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
Our hope burned out
The rights we hold dear to our hearts
Disappeared like a ghost in the night
The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence
Look up into our own, asking us “Why?”
“Why did we do this?”
Our silence speaks volumes
As the dark cloud hovers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The King’s dream
The stem of our fight for change
Our cause for hope
A laughingstock amongst arrogant men
The lady in green
A symbol of freedom and dreams
Now shivers in fear
Uncertain of what is to come
The flag, waving proudly in the heavens
Lost all meaning
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The media says “Accept”
The media say “We must unite”
The media does not say “We’re sorry”
The idolized, used, benefited
Not once seeing the truth
The trust has gone
The pain lingers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of a day

I feel lost
I am angry
I feel empty
My country is gone
My heart is shattered
This heavy cloud has told me
It’s not okay that I’m me
It’s not okay that my family are here
My friends are different  when we are one in the same
Now, we must wait
Our uncertain future lurks around the corner
All the progress we made
All the hope we accomplished
Undone
In just one hour
In just one day

Poem: Grateful

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Jagged scars

Red and blue bruises

All your actions

All your words

Left markings on my body.

You thought brought me down

Pushed me to my breaking point.

But through my battles

through my falls,

I found myself rising,

emerging from my tears.

Now I don’t see my scars as pain.

My scars tell my story.

My bruises tell my history.

I am the Phoenix,

rising from the ashes.

Now my battle cry is loud and clear,

Every pain, every tear

Has brought me to this moment.

Now, I look in the mirror

Can only think one thing

Grateful.

Poem: Disappearing

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The line between life and death

Goes thinner and thinner everyday

But it comes closer and closer

When the realism of the world

Comes in a whole new light

Upon you.

Life becomes such a heavy burden

For a young person.

This person wants all the hatred,

All the mocking,

All the violence to disappear.

All she wants is a perfect life.

Could life be ever perfect?

She then thought that this life

Would become a reality

If she would disappear

To a better place

And from herself.

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Poem: What Can I Do?

https://ourbetterhealth.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/inner-child.jpg?w=656I see you everyday

And there is nothing that I can do

The sweet smile that you give

The brightness in your eyes

The ways that you make me laugh

The ways that you make me smile

I hold all of these things

Treasured in my heart

But still there is nothing I can do

I see you with someone else

It hurts but what can I do?

I can never say anything

Fear has taken over my emotions

All I can do

Is push my feelings aside

Just sit quietly

And await my fate

What can I do?

Nothing I tell my aside

Even if you are not with me

It is still ok

I still want you in my life

I rather have you as a friend

Than not having you in my life

At all.

Poem-A New World

Looking

Down at the world beneath you

Beckoning upon your name

Like soft music to my ears

Singing their glorious song

What you see

Different from your own world

Longing to take the change

That beholds over you

Making you a new person

Inside and outside

Seeing how the brightness

Shines upon you

Not just upon your soul

But on your heart

Running along that new path

Showing you the new way

To the new world.