Iska - Hello Poetry

Dec 2017

S Smoothie

Dear Universe,

Bless the poet's and their pearls of pain,
Steel them, so they may return to write again.
Bless thier jewel encrusted crowns of thought.
that every delicate word of verse is caught.
Let them pour out their soulful words
to transfuse our bleeding hearts.
Scrolling pages to guide us
through our darkest dark.
Lighting our highest joys
and deepest passions,
May we always preserve
these sacred bastions
May the poets never truly heal or break,
nor stop thier cries;
lest their flowing rivers of verse run dry.
That we may ever bathe ourselves
in rivers of consolation and joy
sending empathy through thoughts
of comfort and care,
to knit us closer in understanding
through words
in universal prayer.

May you all ways have the will to write!

#prayer #poets

Dec 2017

AE

Empty.

A heart that is gold may hold
But a heart that is clear shows fear
For everything inside is displayed to show
How much I’ve been feeling so horridly low

A heart may be there
But not in despair
And calling it weak
Or empty and bleak

Does nothing for you
And they haven’t a clue
To which it feels
To have your hopes slowly peeled
Off the bone and skin
So take your complaints to the garbage bin

I’m not being petty, or stupid and naive
But problems will fall like the brown autumn leaves
And now they are blackened and rot and decay
And I want the sun blotted out and to go far far away

My heart is in tears, but I need not express
For a suffering fool does his part to best
When he admits quietly and with wise dignity
So do shut up and come back when you see
That this is no exaggeration
Merely a human’s limitation
To how far emotions can go
Yet you still whine, “SO?!”

I’m done with today, I want to black out
And I can’t do so much as emit one quick shout
Because a suffering fool admits it quietly
When his one true love is shredded before he.

Heartbreak is a b*tch.

#heartbreak #darkness #anger #confusion #pain #empty #heart #despair

Dec 2017

Jane

Flames and Frost

I am both flames and snowflakes.

I'll explode into sparks then I'll calm down like the falling snow.

I will challenge your comfort zone, but I'll fight to stay in mine.

I will feel fire in my heart when I am passionate or angry,

I will feel a blizzard when I am curious or afraid.

I will always rise, even if I fall.

I will roar louder than the mighty lion or slither quieter than the sly snake.

I will forgive without thought, or I will wear revenge with grace.

I will become completely attached to you, or leave without thought.

I will tear my barriers apart or build garden gates.

I will be bold, or I will never speak.

I will authentically be myself, or what I need to become.

I am simple, I depend on you.

We're all constructed within a spectrum of opposites. Stay out of the extremes, explore the black and white, but do not remain in them. Know yourself and your limits, but learn them, you are your greatest teacher. Either build you up, or become your destruction.

#identity #personality #personal #complex #fire #snow

Dec 2017

Valsa George

What Poetry Is

When letters wait
to pounce on a blank page
when thoughts crowd the mind
like frothing **** in a pond
I keep wondering
what poetry is to me
what poetry is to many

Is it not the language of the heart
with no intervention of gray matter
the unlocking of closed vaults
stirring the embers of love, hurt or pain
or giving a free rein to fancy
and flying on magic carpets
to lands forlorn

Sometimes it is
a glide into a sea of tranquillity
an escape from
the humdrum of the world
a flash of liberation
from assaults of pain
a sedative
to numb the turmoil
a sanctuary
for a burdened heart
a window
to look at the world through
a companion
when one is inconsolably alone
a candle flame
in a darkening world
a cloth line
to hang the ***** laundry
a water lily blooming
in the pool of tears
a shelter
in homelessness

sometimes it is a ladder
to climb up to Heavens
an angel on wings
with tidings of hope
peace in a world
braced for war

Poetry, if you are all these
let us fall at your feet
bless us in our art
may we splurge in fancy
and conjure up worlds from words!

our poems may not be light houses
but could be fireflies
on a starless night!

Thanks friends for the loving encouragement you have given! I must thank two of my friends in particular.... Kim Johanna Baker for giving an extra shine to my poem and Sarita Adhitya Varma for helping me post this poem when my repeated attempt at posting failed! She patiently directed me.

Dec 2017

Tia

Queen of this Hall

I am not going to fall even if things crumble
I'll make my way up and tower them all
I will not stumble, crawl or roll
I'm gonna show you, I'm the queen of this hall

I know you like the back of my hand
And I'll track you until you're out of my mind
I'll show you I can handle and drive my life
Without you squeezing my neck with a knife

I'll give you a big and loud slow clap
For trying to ruin me with your crap
But no, no, no you little wittle, you fell on my trap
And right now it's not me but you on my grasp

How does it feel?
To question yourself when would you heal?
To feel like you're forever living in fear
To think that you're better off in a coffin

This is for those who have Anxiety and Depression. Show it to that imaginary person who keeps on controlling you to hate yourself that you can do better.

#queen #of #this #hall #life #anxiety #depression #do #better

Iska Dec 2017

War Cry

We are not poets.
Nor are we artists.
         We are the bleeding hearts
                                                   Daring to rebel.
Society cuts this world into careful little blocks.
Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply.
And yet,
             If you look a little closer, you will notice,
                  Not us, for you will never see our face
   But you will see our fragments.
             The pieces of us we leave behind for you
                Scattered among these cold stone walls
Words we have carved into the stone
             With our own ****** nails.
                              Proof that we exsist.
                                               Proof that you can to.
So here we are,
                    Strings of letters
                                       And scattered lines,
                                 All echoing the same war cry.
                          “We Are Here.”
                                                    "Are You?"

#rebel #poets #poem #society #freedom #war #cry #inspire