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 Sep 2024 Shi Em
Carlo C Gomez
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Precious Padma
You dearest aquatic flower
You grew in murky waters
Unblemished by its impurity
But come they did
To ****** your petals
And leave you a burning stem
Never can they take from you
The spirit of your plainsong
It continues to grow in your sisters
And in a time and season so near
They will sing your hymn
As one substantial voice
The changing winds will then
Lift it higher

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On Thursday, December 5, 2019, a 23-year-old **** victim from Unnao, India was seized by five men, including the two people she had named in her previous complaint to the police, and beaten, stabbed and set on fire. Still ablaze, she walked nearly a mile, seeking help before finally calling the police herself. She later died in a New Delhi hospital, prompting protests of violence against women.
 Sep 2024 Shi Em
LL
Chased | Haiku
 Sep 2024 Shi Em
LL
I always liked storms
so I chased after you, and
danced under your rain
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
Justin S Wampler
You'll never read this.
That's what makes it
so easy to write.
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
Aslam M
Bottles
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
Aslam M
Many bottles on the tables,  
All properly labeled, clear,  
Yet contents hidden, veiled within,  
Their secrets disappear.  
  
Some hold water, pure and plain,  
Some with wine refined,  
Juices sweet in some you'll find,  
While others stand confined.  
  
A few are lifted, sipped with joy,  
Their purpose fulfilled with ease,  
But many sit in silent wait,  
Left alone, to only tease.  
  
Some are empty, void of worth,  
Disappointment's quiet toll,  
For not all bottles, neatly placed,  
Can satisfy the soul.
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
دema flutter
i am the best
version of myself
when i am comfortable
surrounded by my loved ones
and knowing there are no time restrictions
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
Carlo C Gomez
Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
DAF
I only write at night
The dark seems to illuminate
Thoughts not given the time of day
Sometimes
Give the poems in your head
Some rest.

Don't write them on,
Write them off.

Internally arrange a funeral
Bid them farewell
Give them an unceremonious burial.

The rising poem won't complain
They know well your anguish and pain.

The labour you go through birthing them
Shape their body, give a name
They would understand.

Failed poems are not as arrogant
As the birthed ones.

They too are weary pounding your head
Making holes in your soul
They would rather rest than be born.

Sometimes
They deserve rest.

Let them float away to a place
Where they find peace
And will not be missed.
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
A
Are you?
 Aug 2024 Shi Em
A
Let me hug you.
Let me console you.
Let me take care of you.

"Are you in pain?"
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