Voice #Poetry

*Note: still a work in progress

 

Just because
You don’t do certain
Things well, you know
Like the rest of them

Does not
Leave you without a say

Feeling inferior
Caused by others
Tends to leave one feeling,
Well, like a dung beetle

Makes you
Wonder if what you say
ever matters

From one
Outsider to another,
Hear me

I say–

Release the dam
And let it flow
Freely

Those who thirst
Will drink every word
gladly

Your voice
-Its uniqueness-
Is power

Let it fly free
And be heard

 

 

 

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Urn #Poetry

There is a box
Mother keeps close
Next to her bed

Half of her heart
Now in ashes
Love of her life

If possible
I’d give her my
Splintered portion

Daddy, you were
Gone way too soon

An angel you
Keep watch o’er us

Amongst all the
Other souls who
Once filled our lives

Life may only
Be teardrops in
The pouring rain

But you’re the sun
Waiting to break
Thru the gray clouds

Tho I can’t see
I can feel your
Love shining down

And that alone
Will be enough
‘Till we meet on–

That golden shore

 

This poem is for my Daddy who passed much too soon

Scars #Poetry

We all have them
Seen, unseen
No one’s untouched

Life’s no one’s friend
Embattled
You will survive

Our bodies may
Be riddled
With crushing fears

Remember this,
You’re never
Alone, fight on

Embrace the scars
They are the
Light for the lost

Quiet #Poetry

I stand in a forest
Among the skinny, fat bodies
As far as the eyes can see

The lush canopy over me
Swaying to and fro
Like a brush to the green sky

My fingers run over the brown bark
By its humming warmth, the tips tingle
Radiating to my heart, soul

I’m alive, I’m alive

I leave behind a world
So full of chaos and noise
Overwhelming me with darkness

Among the trees, there is a
Calmness surpassing all that
Man could ever offer

Here, peace comes naturally
Every sound vibrant and real
Quickening the dead within

Why would I ever go back?

Omen #WEPFF

Dead birds
Circled the base of the oak tree
Like some morbid decorated rug

Frozen
Bodies, eyes as black as onyx
Like mini-devils in disguise

Dirtied
Snow lined the opalescent horizon
Like some smeared prismatic lense

Winter
My heart’s an icicle waiting to break
Like the diamond under a hammer

Like a message from some deep dungeon

I know what awaits me
-a box in shape of the reaper

*Author’s Note: This poem was written for the #WEPFF’s April Challenge (Click on image below).