Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#sufferring
Smoke drumrolls dance, indigenous verve, observed conserved preserved reserved a shaman's stance reduced to an historical prance.
0
Apr 27, 2023
Apr 27, 2023 at 5:06 PM UTC
Commensalism.
The room is sparkling clean A soft tune of "Amazing grace" is playing on the computer The blinds and windows are open for fresh air Pain & suffering still linger in the air The room smells of an unwanted guest The sun gently kisses her body as she lies peacefully on the perfectly made bed Her hands on her chest showing gratitude "Hallelujah" by the Pentatonix is playing loudly in her earphones She's not listening to it She's not answering to her name being called either She's very still & cold She has finally found her peace Her long awaited lover, Death.
0
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
At Peace
If I was asked to write a story I will write about hope For the little she child Germinating like weeds in the streets. Pivoting a tray on frail neck. Hawking fruits while books lay dormant. Look at Her! Lemons sprouts abruptly: Buns smeared with oils of lust. The she child: An object of ********** Forced out of secure fences By the fierce fire of hunger and starvation. Mummy told her not to talk to strangers But to strangers she must sell Out of sight and out of cover She was pounced on and devoured! Another maiden is bleeding red tears. A child becomes a mother! Even if I had a mandate to write On clean placards for all to see In white. I wont waste my ink and sheets For this generation does not read nor see.
0
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
If I Was Asked To Write.