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Cheyenne Apr 25
I have ended wars single handedly,
Brought gods broken to their knees,
And dragged down the very lights
From the gods of Heaven.

But my greatest victory
Was always that I was the fire,
That sparked your brightest smiles.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.

Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the ****** Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.

May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.

Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.

May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.

Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Chari May 14
The sun shines.

So bright it does.

The heat can't lie.

But so our hearts.



The brightness, so blinding

Almost caring,

Nurturing,

What a shame it is.



The light stops at the pillar of the sky.

I see nothing with the naked eye.

Nothing but gloom.

Vision obstructed.



How greedy—

So greedy the clouds get,

Leaving folks in darkness.

Just like moles, we become.



Just like the Sun,

The heart don't lie.

They share a certain shine,

But a façade buries it.



My smile has turned to a lie.

Echoing tunes of the dark.

And reveals light only in sparkles,

As grains through an hour glass.



Deep down I smile,

Unlike any other,

A contagious smile,

All 32 of them shine.



As the grains of sand drop,

The clouds will eventually clear ,

My mask will crumble,

And the sun shall express its bright through my smile.
This poem is to highlight the feeling of inner light being obscured by external or internal obstacles. How hard it is to express oneself in our modern society
Mothers are a gift.
They bear their burdens with such grace,
one would never know of their struggles.
They raise leaders, nurture our future,
and give endlessly,
all with a smile.
Lost Dreamer May 9
As I watch the sunset,
I remember the past.
We were all together,
in the circle of best friends
laughing about all the funny moments,
even the not so funny ones.
Everything feels perfect,
cause' I know you guys will forever be by my side,
forever be my friends.
Because of you guys,
I'll forever have a smile on my face.
Izan Almira May 7
A small, reluctant smile forms on your lips;
small because there are no smiles without the guilt
that comes from being the only flower in a field of weeds.
They say speak your truth,
but only...
only if it doesn’t make others uncomfortable.
Can't smile it away.
They say speak up,
but only...
only if you aren’t too loud.
They say walk proudly and tall,
but only...
only if you don’t attract too much attention.
Can't smile it away.
Though I am tired...
Tired of listening to their empty advice.
You can change for so many people...
you no longer recognize yourself...
until there is nothing left of your true form.
Can't smile it away.
The truth of the prejudices that still exist,
the harmful biases,
the injustices which live in our world,
are not erased, simply...
simply because some choose to ignore them.
Can't smile it away.
The misogyny which exists in our world,
cannot be tucked under the rug,
it can’t be smiled away.
These sentiments aren't meant to bring joy,
these words are not fragile,
these words are not beautiful,
this is just me,
speaking about the truth,
and not feeling ashamed to speak it.
Can't smile it away.
There are still far too many places...
places where women must fear...
fear to walk down their own street,
ever watchful of the hands...
hands of those who feel...
feel their bodies are not their own,
because they are women,
because of their gender.
Can't smile it away.
There are still far too many who do not realize,
that many generations of slavery and oppression,
have left their mark on current generations,
and that hate still lives.
Can’t smile it away.
There are still far too many prejudices which poison the minds,
of those who fear...
fear a religion foreign to their own,
and too many wars are still waged,
in the name of religion.
And when does it end?
You can’t smile it away.

-Rhia Clay
I don't think a single thing could bring me down from my high.
The rush of learning, I'm going to be seen!
Published
Known
Sure only a select few may even care,
But I do.
That's what matters to me.
I'm going to be a published writer in "A celebration of poets!"
my poem, "What makes a poet?" made it in! i havent felt this rush in a long time :)
Jackie Hirdes Apr 30
A voice like church bells ringing
Warm as the setting sun
And twice as comforting

Laughter like a spell
That demands a smile
Even when I feel like hell

Kindness of a heart ever bleeding
Even in dreams
She hastens my hearts very beating

I wonder if she knows
She positively glows
At least to me
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