Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Mar 2018

Brent Kincaid

We raised ours hand with others
And shared the grand hurrah.
We marched with them if we could
Amazed at what we saw.
Sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers
Half a million in the demonstration
A solemn gathering of protest
In the capitol of a grieving nation.

We came together, raised our voice
In major cities, and small towns.
This time we would not allow
The corporations to shout us down.
We carried signs that told the truth
In a fewest words we could write
That enough was enough and this was
A battle we had just begun to fight.

We shouted our children deserved
Not to die in their childhood school
And demanded that the government
Changed their wrongheaded rules.
We let them know across the land
The many of us were voting soon
And we would throw them out if they
Didn’t dance to a different tune.

We told them it was time they knew
That we saw through their faults
And that this country needed to
Outlaw weapons of mass assault.
We let them know we were through
With what they called leadership
That we would gladly send them home,
A much needed one-way trip.

I submitted this to our local newspaper (The Garden Island) and they published it. So did The Blue Route.

#protest #millions #massacres #enough #government #voters #poetry #kincaid

Mar 2018

Graff1980

Untitled

A random thought;
If we absorb
the stimuli
that surrounds us,
then everything
around us
becomes part of us.
So, by running
from the world
are we really
trying to escape
ourselves?

#thoughts

Mar 2018

Graff1980

Untitled

If we are really
going deep
into ourselves
we must
chip away
the unessential
distractions
to find the truth.

But I do not
pursue this
as much
as I want to
because
my distractions
are so nice.

#reflection

Mar 2018

Graff1980

Untitled

These are strange messages,
in a sweet and deep
conversation;

Thoughts I speak
from fingertips
to myself,
and maybe
someone else,
as I dance
in and out of
other peoples
perspective,

aware that I
cannot connect
a hundred percent
to them
but I can get closer
then most others
ever get.

This comes from
a lifetime
of listening
and reading.

I find wonder in the warmth
of human connections.
They lessen
the coldness
of this
dark reality.

Which is why
it helps me
to see
strangers
happy in love
no matter what
their orientation
may be.

#conversation #introspection #reflection

Mar 2018

Graff1980

Untitled

As an artist
I forgot
how to
draw the
feminine
form,
but
I used
the women
at the gym
to inform
and refresh
my amateur
artistry.

#art #drawing #female #form

Mar 2018

Graff1980

Untitled

I can no longer be
the in-between,
watch you play
out the same sad scene,

watch you walk away
and come back
the same day
with a bruised heart
and a marked face,

feel you rest
your tired head
against my chest
as you express
affection for
a violent *****,

then talk to you
while you are
texting him,

or listen as you justify
your own abuse.

I feel guilty because
I want to walk away,
move on from the insane
vein of pain
you spray my way,
as you say
that I wouldn’t understand,

but I have felt
an abuser’s hands.

I do not presume
to mansplain
the layers of
your pain,
so please do not presume
that I do not understand
as much as any other human possibly can.

Mar 2018

The Sick Red Carnation

Untitled

I try to defend her love
For me against a predator
All she repay was labeling me
With words that pierce into me
As did sun onto a water

Written by
Martin Ijir

Mar 2018

c

Lessons I Learned As A Young Boy

As a child I dabbled in ******

No barbie was safe from the hands of their god

Ran hills caked to the toe
Roughed terrain with neighborhood boys

They called me girl
But I felt boy

Upon later years I learned:
Dress
Skirt
Bra
Flower
Amenities accustomed to this body;
A bustling street of hormones without a
red light

Next were *******—
Wild & rambling, I soon
Mastered the art of shrinking

I kissed my first boy & felt it rattle through my bones
His hair an ocean in my hands as I rose up
to the surface

Later I discovered the shared experience of Woman,
Shifting about the world as a silly metaphor
Carved fingers into mace & metal
Ankles clinking busily on a subway platform

In learning to fight
The young boy dwindled into memory and
I couldn’t sense shape anymore

Fell in and out of love with woman and man alike,
Sinking deep into salt & sand

These days I can’t help but wonder if
attraction is a mode of defense
Or that of love

These days I run hills in heels
Caked to the toe in color

--
c

These days I try not to identify with a normative sexuality. I believe it is fluid and shouldn’t be contained with labels. I hope this poem is relatable to those that feel/have felt the same.

#sexuality #fluidity #love #youth #girlsandboys #attraction #puddlejumping

Mar 2018

kthmnds

unknown

it's hitting me up
lately and
i'm unsure of
this feeling
if i don't let myself worry
or it's just because
i don't care
and let it all be?

Mar 2018

Ray T

Galway

I know I'm not worried I'm just upset
Because he doesn't think of me
Because we dated for nearly a year
We were part of each other's lives and now there is a hole
It's fine and I'm over it but it is still there and I acknowledge it,
Accept it,
When he can so easily forget it is there
Not missing him exactly
I'm more jealous of his ability to not miss me
I'm not that upset
Frustrated would be a better word
Yes I know he is gone and out of my life but he isn't just gone
I acknowledge him
I can't help but wonder what his life looks like without me in it
Apparently it looks like Ireland

This was really different for me because this poem was actually inspired by a conversation I had with my friend. These are all my responses, but you will not see his responses. I thought the words I typed in reply to him were interesting when strung together, separate from his. I hope you enjoy :) please feel free to comment whether or not you enjoy this style! Just trying it out :)

#love #breakup #frustration #holes #missing #wanting #questioning #doubt #confusion #ireland