Cathartic Hearts - Hello Poetry

Jan 2018

Born

Fences

Retrospective of days filled with dust
a shelved magic collecting rust
running from your demons
embraced love, hope and guns
thoughts shackled and cuffed
where is the love!

Respect
and honor your commitments
a rusty voice echoed
never settle for anything less than greatness
but a conniving planet will alienate your endeavors
deem you terroristic for daring
Where is the love!

Your creativity confined
Coated with uncertainty and brute mediocrity
theories smeared all over
a fatal dream, love and confusion
Paired on an electric chair
hanging on a thread of life
where is the love!

In a planet where love and peace are strangers
Your certainly a voyager
birthed into confusion and irate
Your freedom and originality impoverished
into specks of visions and fallacies
where is the love

Dec 2017

Lin

A Not-So-Movie Life

Here’s to a not-so-movie life
Where everything seems to take a bite
Here’s to a not-so-movie life
Where there seems to be no light
Oh, here’s to a not-so-movie life
Where, sometimes, you want to die
Just to get away from this life

My mom is obsessed with HomeMart movies and I couldn’t help but compare it to real life.
I tend to hum a little tune every time I read it.

#non #perfect #life #movie #reality #short #true #poetry #poem

Dec 2017

Enigmatic wanderer

Value

Sadly there's no way to know how people think of you
Do you wonder why?
Because we don't have a say in how they do
Do you wonder why?
There's never been anyone who was loved by them all
Then why do you try so bad to change it all?
Why do you rather question yourself?
Why do you lament over their judgement?
Why not try and accept it the way it is?
Speak up! If you think you really wish to start anew
And even if you fail to do
Be humble and accept all of it
Do you wonder why?
Because you can't have everyone love you everytime
Do you wonder why?
Because if you ever did
How would you truely learn to value it?

#valueoflove #poetry #poetryisnotdead #aptathy

Dec 2017

Sarita Aditya Verma

The Museum

Curiosity filled them all
Who led the cat out of the bag after all ......

Breaking through the museum
On an unearthly hour
Seeking
The unknown thrill

The Mammoths
Godzilla
And the Saber Tigers
Roam rampant
Up and down the
Alley and the grills

Watch out ,
The tarantula on the wall
It's Kicking alive ,
Yet still ....

Partly inspired by ' Night at the Museum'

Dec 2017

bex

Autumn-ness

It smells like loneliness outside.
The smell of a hot dog on a grill after a storm,
mingled with propane and cigarettes.
The smell of solitary.

A string of “cold and broken hallelujahs”
no longer dulls the senses.
It’s senseless anyway.

I eat my brown rice in front of the sink
and I am reminded of the taste of Play-Doh.
It’s funny how loneliness creeps in on the wind,
the cars’ wheels in the rain,
the braking of the bus,
scuttling of squirrels...

Maybe a hot tea or toddy
(maybe something stronger)
will keep this autumn-ness at bay.