Heal (Poem)

*Note: Am participating in the #Write28Days (February) hosted by Anita Ojeda. Click here if you would like tp participate.

Heal

 

Your words sunk deep

like a thousand daggers

slicing

squishing

My scars, unseen

still ache

burn

If only time would heal

I’d love once more

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Broken (Poem)

 

*Note: Am participating in the #Write28Days (February) hosted by Anita Ojeda. Click here if you would like tp participate. 

I’m experimenting with yet another form of poetry, Gogyohka

 

 

Broken

 

a shattered vase

on the floor

water spreading like blood

I can’t breathe

as the pieces of my heart pierce the skin

Heart (a Found poem) #Write28Days #Poetry

Pixabay Free Images

 

*Note: This form is called “found” and I’ve taken snippets from several of my favorite songs to create this particular poem.

 

Heart

 

is a hollow muscular organ 

influenced by hard rock and heavy metal 

 

pain 

shortness of breath 

 

You know something here just ain’t right

what about love?

 

Baby, don’t hurt me

don’t hurt me no more

 

Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals

but the scar, that scar remains

there’s nothing I can do

 

Total eclipse of the heart

 

Baby, I won’t shed a tear for you

I was such a fool

boy, I gave you all my heart and all you do is tear it up

 

We could have had it all,

but

this hollow heart of mine

is ringing out the song of hope

for I have

the heart of a fighter

 

I will survive

 

 

 

Dance (A Cento Poem)

by gillesgrimoin on DevianArt

 

 

Is that dance slowing in the mind of man

The head of a sleeping man

My mind was going numb –

I need a place to sing, and dancing-room,

Wrecked, solitary, here –

All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations —-

With blood

And then I heard them lift a Box

The deathly guests had not been satisfied

 

 

*Taken from the following poems:

Waking In Winter by Sylvia Plath

God Lay Dead In Heaven by Stephen Crane

I Felt A Funeral In My Brain by Emily Dickinson

The Dance by Theodore Roethke

 

To Build Or Not To Build #Write28Days #Writerslife

 

*Note: Am participating in the #Write28Days (February) hosted by Anita Ojeda. Click here if you would like tp participate. 

 

Build

 

A writer is not just a creator,

she is a builder

of kingdoms and worlds

constructing and putting together

all the pieces that make up the story

giving life

to characters, large and small

painting, sculpting

to bring each setting to

its glorious and colorful

splendor

To build, create

is every writer’s hidden power

whether she choose

to give it life, or not

lies in her hands

 

#YouTube Tuesday: Man’s Hands

I wrote this poem not too long ago about my thoughts on nature, and how man tries to imitate it with his own creation.  Below you can either read it, or watch in video format.

 

Beauty and magic

are found in nature

where the urban

landscape

only hopes to

emulate

 

 

Guardian, keeper

of sacred and pure

unmarked, noble

from man’s

immoral hands

these peaks stand

 

 

This world darker it

grows, compelling me

to the mountains

in search

of what my heart,

soul yearn for

 

 

No city or wealth

created by man’s

hands can provide

the hope

and harmony

crafted by earth

 

 

Now I understand

the soldiers’ need of

retreat to the

quiet

after wars

to a place where true

healing exists

untouched, unblemished

by man’s hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#Poetry: Desolation

 

Desolation

 

Even tho the sun shines,

I feel no warmth

 

While the moon rises at night,

my eyes are shuttered against its rays

 

My heart’s hard and

the red fluid of my flesh runs cold

 

I long for the quickening

of my essence once more

 

But all I see is darkness

and the way back now forever shut