I am just in case, Poetry by Callie Kamanitz

 Genre: Personality

I am a cat lover
A brunette covered
Head with bright and shiny thoughts.
I am an older sister
I am a never misser
Until I do.
I am a giver
From a mom who shivers
For me so I don’t have to worry
But I do anyways.
I am attention seeking
Pretending that peeking
From behind the curtains makes me nervous
Because I think it should.
I am an open book
But only when you look
To take off the dust cover.
I like to hide
But more to seek
Because hiding results in loss
And you can only win when searching.
I am searching abroad
For the endless applause
That I pretend means nothing
Because it should
But it means everything to me.
I am a baker, not a cook
Hidden far into the nook
Of unfinished projects bluffing perfection
Because unfinished is just an
F in the end.
I am just a mess
Who happens to be best dressed
For the label of success
I am a pretender
Who can only begin
When the curtains close
And the performance really starts.
I am a redeemer
From coupon codes to
Emotions wrapped within
The chains of a murderer.
I am innocence
Born from maturity
Unknown to most
Known well to few
Fully to none.
I am exploring the uncharted
As long as the uncharted is understood.
I am taking risks
As long as the risks are safe.
I am a contradiction
Wrapped up in a neat little bow
With so many atoms moving at once
No one can tell they are moving at all.
I am selfless
And not magnanimous
I am priceless
And not worth it
I am the whispers in the morning
And the screams in the night.
They both say the same thing.
The windows brings the whispers
The steam brings the screams.
They both say the same thing.
Bolstered by the cacophony of
Mellow melodies
Picked just for me- how fitting
That I choose to break.
For most, breaking is the event, mending is the choice
I choose to break and mending is a concert full of
People and interaction and light
That I put off and wait to be invited to
But my friends aren’t interested in that band
And I don’t care enough to seem them live.
I am the earth
Impacted by the storm, wind, fire
But not by the earthquakes
Because I made them and I know they
Can’t do too much
Even if they can.
I am a yearbook
Opened when someone gets lonely
And reminisces about how good it was
And how much they miss it
I am the hour hand on a clock
Often mistaken for the famous minute
Only noticed when someone wastes time
But always around just in case.
I am the fire extinguisher in an ocean
I am the band-aid in an operating room
I am the just in case never needed.



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February 2017 – Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world.

Read NEW poem from poets from around the world for the month of February 2017. The best of new talent online today: 

SHE CRIES, by Odonko Ba

HEARTBREAK, by Shalana Pace

LOST, by Grim Angel

WHAT IF, by Cindi Walton

CONNEMARA, by Christine Emmert

PARALYSIS, by A Mara Prose Poem

DEAR PAIGEY, by Astroleuth the Poet

FOREVER, by George W. Knox

CODA, by Forrest Jamie



ENJOY, by Guillermo Rocha

HAPPY, by Samrat Rudra

Happy, Poetry by Samrat Rudra

Genre: hurt, dark, death, sad


 When I was happy
I didn’t bother to care
that people are dying, orphans are crying
I satisfied that I am here…

Here so happy and cherish and good
But still I wish for more,
But what about the beggars on street
or people who died ashore..

I am so happy but still I am crying
that so much I didn’t get
Think about the soldiers who die
Their funerals don’t have a bed

Blood is shed, sacrifices made
It’s how they leave their loved
So when I compare them with my life
I am happy and its not so hard…



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Drawing, Poetry by Rebecca Behar

Genre: Love, Relationship, Rhyme 

These fines lines
In light strokes
Are sketched with
A trembling brush
Tears are shed
Without intention
A recurrent figure
In the symmetry of cycles
Where codes order
The world chaos
A touch of purple
For a blade of grass
Who knows
Where the storm comes from
Who knows
Where love will go

Ces traits fins
Cette touche légère
Le pinceau tremble
Les larmes coulent
Où est l’intention ?
Un chiffre répété
Cycle ou symétrie
L’ordre des codes
Le chaos des mondes
Un brin de pourpre
Pour un brin d’herbe
Qui sait d’où vient
La tempête
Qui sait où s’en va

© Rebecca Behar



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A Letter I’ll Never Send, by Amari James (aka Marz)

Genre: LOVE


Love is an evil, evil thing. When you fall in love, you literally fall. You crash to the ground and every last bone in your body breaks. But you don’t notice because you have this beautiful boy whispering sweet nothings in your ear and giving you butterflies when he kisses your forehead, so nothing else matters. Then he leaves. He leaves, and you feel it. You feel every broken bone as if they’re breaking all over again. Your chest caves in and you find yourself crying hysterically in your car at 4am, desperately gasping for air that doesn’t taste like him, and trying to hold your broken bones together. But his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast; wrapping them around yourself won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing will stop the aching; nothing will fix the hole in your heart that love has dug.

I always thought falling in love was supposed to be like a fairytale. And I swore it would never happen to me, because I had seen what love could do to you; how it could completely destroy a person and leave them to pick up the broken pieces. But one day, you smiled at me, and holy s**t I lost it.

I fell in love with the way you made me feel, kinda like Cinderella. But our happily ever after didn’t last as long as it was supposed to. It’s so hard because when you held me I felt complete. My heart felt whole for the first time in my life. When life was hard on me, you were there to make it better. You were supposed to be my forever and always. Somehow, our forever was cut short.

I try so hard to stay away from you. But like someone addicted to crack or cocaine, I’m always craving you. And just like the drug addicts, I’m addicted to the way you made me feel; like I’m on cloud 9, a permanent high that I never wanted to end. From a young age, my parents warned me about the drugs in the street, but they never mentioned the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat that feels like home. Oh God, how I wish they had warned me about you.




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December 2016 – Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world

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Read the best of new poetry from poets from around the world:

LADY MARIE, by Matthias Pantaleon

CHEES PIECE, by Irene Mahanyu

THE FACE OF GOD, by Deborah Johnson
The Face of God, Poetry by Deborah Johnson

THE JOURNEY HOME, by Tyson Cantrell
The Journey Home, Poetry by Tyson Cantrell

IT IS I, by Daniel Franco
It Is I, Poetry by Daniel Franco

STILL THOUGHTS, by Jade Cecilia Macauley
Still Thoughts, Poetry by Jade Cecilia Macauley

GONE, by Heather Bryant
Gone, Poetry by Heather Bryant

WHY, by David Mayall
Why?, Poetry by David Mayall

Satan and his forbidden island, Poetry by Aziz Alkaabi

A BALEFUL BANISHMENT, by Sujoy Bhattacharya
A baleful banishment, Poetry by Sujoy Bhattacharya

THE VOICE, by Tabitha Ashley
The Voice, Poetry by Tabith’Ashley

The Sempiternal Sapphire, Poetry by Sohinee Dey

THE BATTLE, by Glen Hill
The Battle, Poetry by Glen Hill

Chess Piece, Poetry by Irene Mahanyu

 Genre: Betrayal


You play your game
And you call it fair
we’re basically hanging from chains
And all you do is stare?
you always seem to turn out as the victor
And you have it no other way

We stand In the image of chess pieces with every move you’ve already planned ahead
standing on your black and white board just waiting to be picked up again
Who’s to know whom you pick up next

You made us believe you were someone else
Someone special, someone true
We grew fond of you and you did to
Yet you chose to betray us and barely left us clues
But now you’ve finally revealed what’s true
With no warning we were left wondering what to do
Throw you away?
Play along?
All these questions of what to do!

The way you made us all look like fools
You left us running around in circles one after another
But you obviously made yourself the master
Is that what we always were to you?
Just some kids you could push around
Controlled us step by step each move thought of with grave detail afraid you’d slip up

The way you acted was so honest to the point that it was almost right
You played the part that you knew we would believe
The one that we could not catch out on
There was just no thoughts of it being you
No it was never you
Except it was..
One minor slip up
One mistake is all it took to turn your love into hate

Your game of riddles that you found entertaining is about to get a whole new twist
this time we’re in control
We’re the masters
With no one by your side
You’ll be left to do nothing but hide
So now a chess piece
Let’s just see how this plays out


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