#poeticjustice
Azure silhouettes peaked against the horizon
Born from the sky’s last testament
Of rays beaming and accentuating
The subtle curves and vestments
That expressed their innate beauty
In the form of love with contentment
As her eyes soaked in the sight
Azure bled to crimson at the day's
Dying light
Yet the fight is far from over
As she battled up the climbs
With wars and steps aplenty
Shared with her heart and mind
It is there
That the endless foothills roll
A memory of togetherness
Unafraid to unfold
In the face of freedom unburdened
Her story is now hers to hold
For she is azure like the sky
And I,
The crimson before the night
Together we paint a mountain sunset
With a love that will never die
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Through crepuscular trials and vigil’s toll,
The Scion carved fate in aureate scroll.
A child of lore, tempestuous flame,
Her saga inked in stars unnamed.
The cosmos murmured, “Ascend, ignite,”
She rose a cipher of scholar’s rite.
Each tome she turned, each theorem sown,
Her fervor flared, her soul full-grown.
She reached the verge of promised grace,
With hands unsoiled, with measured pace.
One breath away from laureled claim,
A diadem carved in honor’s name.
But serpents hissed in cloistered shade,
A pact was penned, her path mislaid.
Not vanquished by flaw nor faltered might,
But by the veiled who veil the light.
A patriarch’s whisper, a tyrant’s jest,
Her name expunged, her truth suppressed.
No trumpet blared, no gavel fell,
Just silence deep a stolen spell.
The Scion did not wail nor rend the air,
She stood unmade in just despair.
A revenant of dreams once crowned,
Now wandering where wrongs resound.
“How does one breathe when justice chokes?
When merit drowns in gilded cloaks?
If dreams can die by silent scheme,
Then power mocks, and truth blasphemes.”
Her fate entombed in hush profound,
Yet echoes rise from burial ground.
For wings once clipped shall cleave the sky,
And justice knock where lies deny.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC
काश उस दिन उसका भी कोई भाई होता,
आज वो सितारा हमारे बीच ज़िंदा होता।
काश कोई उसे जाकर बचा लेता,
कम से कम उसका तो ख़ून न बहता।
नरभक्षी भेड़ियों ने ली थी उसकी जान,
छोड़ा था उसे वहीं तड़पता, लहूलुहान।
चिल्लाती रही वो उसी जगह पर,
न जाने कितने ही जुल्म हुए थे उस पर।
नारी को निर्वस्त्र करने का परिणाम –
इस भूमि ने महाभारत देखा था।
धिक्कार है ऐसे समाज पर –
उसी भूमि ने आज यह अपराध देखा था।
जल रही हैं मोमबत्तियां शोक व्यक्त करने,
आंदोलन कर रहे हैं लोग और दे रहे हैं धरने।
क्या इस बार होगा उन दरिंदों पर कठिन शासन,
या फिर एक बार उभरेगा एक नया दुःशासन?
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
You think this is a tantrum?
Child
This is the wrath of gods
who waited centuries
before they raised their hand.
I am not your wounded girl.
I am Nemesis unchained,
Kali in stillness before the storm.
My silence was mercy.
You mistook it for peace.
I do not wail. I summon.
I do not flinch. I fracture.
Your name is already ash
on the altar of my patience.
I offered grace.
Now I offer consequence.
Run if you like.
Pray if you must.
But even Olympus learned
no one walks away
from a goddess enraged.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
The sky wears my grief in a veil of storm clouds,
Each thunderclap an elegy, each lightning bolt a verdict.
Even if you wash away the crimson stains,
The echoes of your sins will never fade.
Why does sorrow weave my fate into thorn-laden tapestries?
Did my cries kiss your ears, or did you weave silence as a shield?
You shattered me into constellations of agony,
Each droplet a relic of your unatoned sins.
The valleys yawn like ancient wounds,
Rivers of rubies spill through their veins,
While mountains rise as merciless titans,
Laughing at my feeble hands that cannot scale their spines.
The fire you kindled consumed more than my flesh—
Only ashes remain, whispers of a tragedy embalmed in wind.
Yet my soul lingers, a wraith woven from anguish,
Drifting between dusk and dawn, pleading for reckoning.
Lost in the labyrinth of wailing willows, I hunger for justice,
Yet solitude devours me like a specter feasting on the guilty.
You were the beast cloaked in borrowed skin,
A shadow masquerading as light—could you not be human for a breath?
Justice rides the chariot of time, relentless as the tide.
Soon, the wind shall carry the taste of your own venom,
And the stars will script your downfall in the language of the gods.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
sticking to my guns,
i never realized that
they’re pointing at me.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 12:46 AM UTC
ready or not,
here i come.
count your blessings,
find the sum -
of all the tears
that’re due to flow
from a corner of your heart
you didn’t even know
existed before;
now open the door;
embrace your mortality -
let it purge your core
of all the notions
that vexed your spirit, and,
twisted your mind, well -
not anymore.
i’ve come to show you
the only way out;
‘take it or leave it’ -
i’m leaving with you,
or without.
have you no clue
how profound the disease is? -
it’ll take a while
to pick up the broken pieces.
sleep shall be but a
fleeting dream.
oh yes,
it’s a wicked scheme.
i’ve come to search your soul
like a sleuth;
i’m your fateful reckoning -
your ******* moment of truth.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
don’t think you’ll get away with this!
you pushed an innocent soul into the abyss.
‘sacrilege’, i say -
what a terrible way…
to enslave a wounded angel;
pluck away at its shrewd feathers;
torture it for wits;
and for what?
some cheeky wordplay?
how could you!
how dare you watch it bleed -
through the trappings of your greed.
have you no pity?
have you no mercy?
are you so bereft of compassion,
that you’d go so far as to maim a messenger of God,
just to have what you need?
let it out, i say!
let it free.
none of this is fair,
i know… i agree!
but you never had the right -
to steal the light:
from a spirit so bright,
in the stillness of the night.
it’ll all be forgotten,
should you accept the blame.
perhaps, find a piece of rock to maim.
not a soul so benign,
even in such misery it prays -
‘forgive him for his sins, my Lord,
for i have done the same.’
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 11:28 AM UTC
If you had a dream
in the real world I believe
your love for the word.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
Sometimes a fall
is the universe's way of telling you
that you aren't grounding yourself enough,
that all you need
is to centre yourself
against the earth
in order for a balance
to find its way to you.
Often,
we put up the worst fights
when we fall,
simply because
we assume it is belittling,
and
in rushing to get back on our feet,
we miss the lessons
of the significance behind that fall...
Time is often most telling
in the most unorthodox ways,
so when you fall,
allow your rise to be at a pace
where you know that
your feet will help you stand firm.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Wipe me down Inside out
Turn the music up to drown Me out
Liberated women but no words come out.
Make me shiny, better than before/
This is the better way
Even maple trees, those of pine
Aspen, cherry, and oak
My rawness was beautiful, but needed a different touch
Wipe me down Outside in, I can't remember who I was Before-
Render to silence or invasive compliance
Our mothers are seeds of time
Having branches they want to climb
Now that I'm older-
Polish
Me
Down
I am a woman before my time.
~Bre Womble
5/30/2020
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
Listen, it's been so long that I've lost my ink
With no canvas to splatter my thoughts run amok
These words I exhale are like a faucet because I let my teeth sink
Into the rhythmic blues that were once confiscated when the past broke my future clock
So why'd I get confused?
My eyes were on an unbelievable prize or so I'd thought
I lost what made me feel amused
Now the ball's back in my court, there's no time to lay up when I could 360 this basketball like a good sport
But it's not because I made one shot
It's because I had one shot
But then my clock tick-tocked
Now I need a new wrist watch
Because my hourglass stopped and the small hand dropped off
Now I got myself caught up in the pain
Because this devastation must be planetary
Like how Kakashi won't be able to see Rinn-egan
So imagine Kurenai looking at Asuma in the cemetery
They often asked us
If a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it
But I still don't get what's all the fuss
Because they never told us if a thorn bush would kick the bucket
However that's a story for another episode
Or at least until I can find some new batteries for my remote
*** in all honesty I’m straying away from my code
But I’m still reaching for my dreams and no matter how hard they drift away they stay afloat
I can't complain because everyone hurts
Life was just another challenge
So I before I could be picked up I had to get knocked down first
Because I wasn't born with a silver spoon, for these tools I had to scavenge
I had one dream too many, nothing one cloud could hold
Thought I'd grow up to be a famous figure, you know somewhat iconic
So how is it possible such a shy kid made moves so big and bold
I wanted be a professional singer, dancer, footballer, and scientist but I found a muse in poetry, now isn't that ironic
I'd take a passion over money any day
I don't wanna be like one of those celebrity sell-outs
Because what you love and desire brings a bigger pay
I'd ring my Victree-bell and tell the story of how I was once a bellsprout
My ink and my canvas
Treasures I said I lost, not one but both
Til I went down the road to recovery, it made me feel so anxious
Then I realized with a pen and piece of paper anyone can write a poetic note
I was once a victim to society
My mind got penetrated by their voices
I suffered heavily from depression and anxiety
They broke my psyche so I started making the wrong choices
I plead innocent, it wasn't my fault
Yet I believed otherwise
They held the key to my dead bolt
My voice was too little and that was my greatest demise
That's just the carbon to the coke
So don't believe what stands before you
I'm standing asleep looking woke
A po guy seeing a panda do Kung fu
Dora taught me life's just another platform to go out and explore
Así mís amigos don't be afraid to reveal your poetic brilliance
Because I think I found the real me I've been looking for
It was lost til I caught it somewhere in the distance
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
Jay.
He was a nineteen year old high school dropout.
He was black.
He wore his hair in dreads.
He had a few nose rings.
He wore gold chains and expensive clothes.
He went partying every night.
He got drunk on alcohol but his drug addiction was the biggest problem.
He had a lot of friends.
Because he was ‘cool’.
He was the ‘man’.
Gray.
He was 18, finishing his final school year.
He was white.
He wore his hair very short.
He had large round glasses, sitting lopsided on his nose.
He wore a long sleeved shirt and trousers.
He studied hard, and he got good marks.
He played the cello in the school band.
But he was gay.
And so he didn’t have any friends.
But he had his family who he loved dear and who loved him back.
He was happy.
The differences between the two are unbelievable.
They are nothing alike; they are complete opposites.
Yet, they are human.
They walk the same streets, at different times.
They both live on the same planet, if not the same world.
They both have a right to live.
They both have people who love them, despite all they are.
It’s their differences that make Jay and Gray human.
Both of them.
Until Jay raised his gun and fired three times at Gray.
That’s when Gray was lost to humanity.
And Jay had lost his humanity.
Coz Jay shot in the chest a boy named Gray
Killed him without giving him any say,
The boy who did no wrong, but was gay,
With his life, he had to pay.
His family cried in despair and dismay,
For their loving son had been taken away,
And now they all sat in silence,
For Gray would never see another day.
For souls who have had their lives ripped apart, and those who rip their lives apart, we pray.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
The worst ache went through
As mind tried to escape the body.
I stand still
Yet, exploding.
I’m losing battle
To myself.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
I took the dress off
And there you saw
Constellations on my skin,
All the stars,
Backwards of my loving
Every part of you.
All my feels imprinted here
Collarbone in scars.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Hideous creature,
Monster in the flesh
Living in your mind,
Feeding of your veins.
You raised it
Darkest shade of black
Hatred in your heart.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
Who we are
To interfere with Universe?
And ruin the paths
She had destined for us.
In our very own selfishness
Blinding the truth
We’re not meant to be together.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Irony
The other word for
Karma
also known as
Poetic Justice
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Is it
immoral of me
or just mortal of me,
that i want you
more than the heavens . . .
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
*
words creates strings of emotions,
it connects from one reader to the other.
*
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Listen to Things
More often than Beings
Hear the voice of fire
Hear the voice of water
Listen in the wind
To the sigh of the bush
This is the ancestors breathing
Those who are dead are not ever gone
They are in the darkness that grows lighter
And in the darkness that grows darker
The dead are not down in the earth
They are in the trembling of the trees
In the groaning of the woods
In the water that runs
In the water that sleeps
They are in the hut,
They are in the crowd
The dead are not dead.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
I am no longer master of my time
Master of these greynesses of time
What flowers can I weave for Emmett Till
the child whose soul in mine
lies bleeding....
I die alone from pride
I leave to Emmett Till his death
from horror at myself
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Some might call it Karma
And for some it could be Fate
Or perhaps a Poison Apple
that you didn't know you'd ate
It could be I used Magic
and I cast a few Dark Spells
and perhaps a Poison Potion
or a Demon Curse from Hell
I might have asked a Genie
in a bottle for his wishes
or asked a nasty Witch to help
with pretend Princess kisses
I could have summoned Moaning Ghouls
who'll haunt you in your sleep
or coaxed a Vampire from his lair
to bite you really deep
While all this could be true
as Fairy Tales might seem
but trust me when I say
this nightmare's not a dream
You're feeling really bad
your life is such a mess
I slaughtered you with ink
that is laid upon your chest
My words they still linger
like the banshees in your head
to haunt your every thought
with the sweat that fills your bed
Her names Poetic Justice
her poison is my pen
and you might be quite terrified
while I am feeling Zen
Of course you know that she
is best when she's served cold
to keep you all the company
you need when you are old
Now your life is crumbling down
from wicked lies that past those lips
It wasn't even a challenge
for these poetic
.... fingertips
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
We are African descendants.
Glorify your ***** ***** hair.
Don't shrink and cower in fear.
Own yourself
The sun kissed and blessed you.
Accept that your hair won't be straight and silky.
We are African Descendants.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC