Tag Archives: Rhyme

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
Impermanence
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

Dessin
Ces traits fins
Cette touche légère
Le pinceau tremble
Les larmes coulent
Où est l’intention ?
Impermanence
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
L’amour

© Rebecca Behar
Paris

 

 

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AMNESIA, Poetry by MARIAM AKEWUSOLA

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Last thing I remember,
Violent movement,
Forceful pause,
Inferno!

Two colors shining bright.
Red, blue, red, blue…..
Loud sounds
And slowly, I drift.

I wake up with head ache
Tubes in every hole possible.
Painful tears begin to roll.
Memory sea begin to flow.

The year
When our women fought
Equality they wanted
Freedom they chanted,

Their motif was drawn.
Their goals became reality.
Women must work!
Women shall vote!

The head ache is back.
My memories start to fade.
I hear men in white coat call it a name,
Amnesia or so.

My memories now running away.
Please, give reasons why I am alive?
What\’s the whole reason for my existence?
I am becoming history.

My eyes shot open
The light becomes painful.
I slowly sighted a lady,
Her nudity very unpleasant.

The world am in.
Women call rags fashion
Their nipples are in tears.
The way they flaunt it becomes unholy.

My vision of the world reverse.
A woman\’s body becomes worthless.
How soon do they forget,
How fast do they become wayward.

We forgot the fight,
Amnesia is kicking in,
I rather die than stay in this world.

Where a woman\’s body is prized
Where women can\’t carry themselves high.

All for the sake of men.
Men who are fully clothed.
Men who fall for the inner woman.
Men who would eventually disappoint.

I rather run
Far from the world, never to return,
Till my sex is an honour,
Till women ride men.
Till women crown kings.

To be dominant
She has limits.

To be successful
One must work.

To be a woman.
We must have dignity,
She must be proud,
I must be graceful.

My time is up.
Amnesia has won.
My good memories gone!

I shall return .
When my sex wears clothes.
When my sex isn\’t an object of pleasure.
When my sex obey rules of decency.

I shall return.
If this amnesia would be gone!

MARIAM AKEWUSOLA
 

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Death, Poetry by Dwain F. Hill

Genre: Death, Rhyme, Relationship

 Oh sweet death, I’ve waited so long, my constant
companion, it never felt wrong.
You never have left me, been by my side.
I’ve looked for you always, not wanting to hide.

Your peace settles round me, life’s problems recede.
The darkness an ending, no fear not a need.
I await nothing further; all problems are gone.
A great spirit flows over, I’m enveloped in song.

I feel the brightness; it warms my skin.
My ancestors await me, all knowing I’ve been.
Their shouts are joyous, so fresh without sin.
The happiness surrounds me; I’ve forgot where I’d been.

Their love does fulfill me, Lord Jesus smiles down.
Heaven awaits me, it’s eternity no bound.

Dwain F. Hill
copyright 11/24/2014

 

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Tomorrow, Poetry by Kim Wheeler

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society

Tomorrow by Kim Wheeler

What happens when tomorrow never comes
Do we cry for loss of purpose?
Or do our tears tell the truth
That without another tomorrow
We shall be alone, once more
Without love, hope or salvation
And our path towards the light
Fades into damnation
As we fear the night
And we fear ourselves
And the weakness we behold
As we are alone
Growing tired getting old
Our memories make our future
What will we be?
What shall we hear and what are we to be or see
Perhaps emptiness again
What happens if tomorrow never comes
Guess we will just have to await our fate
And don’t question the question
Just accept we are what and where and when
We are
Alone again a part of the great unknown
Or apart from the great unknown
I will tell you when I know
Maybe tomorrow.

 

 

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Aylan lies face down, Poetry by Angelina Llongueras

Genre: Rhyme, Thriller

Aylan lies face down by Angelina Llongueras

Aylan lies on the ground
face down,
the sea
has delicately poised him
on the beach,
right where the sand
and the water meet,
only a bucket missing
at his feet
for him to build a castle
in the delicate evening sun.

Aylan lies face down.

Mme Lagarde is happy
he has not outlived
the age where pensions
cease to be cost efficient
for those that, like her, rob them,

and suck the blood and flesh
of sweet «cheap» children
from «cheap» countries
scourged and devastated
by outsourced armies
made of private thugs
to avoid restitutions,
children placed,
like a satanic offer,
to her feet, so she can take a bath
made of their fragile delicacy,
and feel rejuvenated,
like that Hungarian countess
of the middle ages.

Aylan lies face down,
sleeping the infinite sleep,
together with his Syrian family,
his parents, and his eldest brother, 5 year old Galip.
Aylan was 3.

Poseidon,
came out of the deep inner sea,
that sea which is untouched
in the heart of all Mediterranean peoples,
and crossed the outer sea
of desolation
his trident caught in the plastic bag islands,
in the oil spills,
in the echo of the absent dolphins,
in the dying fish,
in the noise of the discotheques
where rich tourists drink up
the heat that’s left of the summer
amid an alcoholic void
and let their anguish
like a urbanizable profitable forest
burn to ashes in the stupor…

Aylan lies face down.

Poseidon has taken Aylan
to ride the hologram

of an extinct sea horse
in a fit of compassion,
for the suffocation of his little 3 year old heart

He has taken him
to a visit to the recent ghosts
whose voices fill the sea,
with omens of doom
for those of us living
without seeing the ongoing genocide
of children like Aylan,
who flee from a land
filled with demons bought
and trained with the huge sums
of the neo-cons,
to create terror, poverty
and doom,
and earn Mr Mc Cain, Mr Walfowitz,
and yes, old Kissinger,
billions worth of weapon sales.

He has taken him to play
with many, many other children,
from Africa and the middle East,
who have welcomed him
and his family…

Aylan lies face down.

Poseidon has not bothered
to go inland
to show him a Greece
that has become a branch of Mac Donalds,
sold to the monsters of greed,
rather,
the sun,
in his bountiful wisdom,
has caressed Aylan,
and softly let him reach
the shore of a utopian Greek island
to which he has come to be poised
with a calm expression
looking down, under the sea,
that inner sea, Poseidon
lets him see
with eyes of wonder
for ever open.

Aylan lies face down,
and sleeps,
and dreams,
and wakes me,
and shakes me,
and is inside the water of my tears
as I sing a lullaby
for him
who lies face down
on the shore
of the Mediterranean common grave,
of my Mediterranean sea,
my inner sea,
my inner pain,
my inner heartbreak
where Aylan,
for ever,
lies
face down.

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In Darkness, Poetry by Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

Genre:Rhyme, Life

In Darkness

In an impoverished cruel world she walks,

Forcing a moonshine smile that hides stifled searing tears.

Choking back she integrates with a soulless community, Altruism is a myth and disappointment reigns supreme.

In silent moments behind closed doors she lets blood, Beating the walls to release the pain burning inside.

Fighting the two persons struggling in her clouded mind, Both alone even without each-other screaming to belong.

To love, to live, to be loved and escape the desolation, Which stings more each long thunderous day.

Like a poisoned dog she prays the inexplicable pain would stop, As times rolls on so too does her sad swim into despair.

Her cries lost in the darkness until one grim night The numbness sets in, zombiefied the blood flows, And an endless sleep consumes.

Now stands an ironic memorial in her name, It reads beloved wife and daughter,
Yet lays covered with rotting weeds, Engulfed by the stale stench of neglect!

by

Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

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Lessons On Throwing Shade, Poetry by Nigel Toussaint Bray

Genre: Rhyme, Life

Lessons On Throwing Shade
by Nigel Toussaint Bray

Ladies and gentlemen, tramps and thieves
The shade will fall upon us all who deign to deceive

Live your own truth, not a lie
And you will need no alibi

The more you live do trust more in thyself, there’s no need to really fight
As life will teach you soon enough, who and when to cut at will and on sight
All the shady dark souls casting a shadow over your light

As for me, I try my best to be a gentleman so don’t call me shady
Even though once or twice more, I may have dressed like a lady

But go ahead and cast a stone or two, if you are indeed without sin
Most of my battles I now know, to fight from within

If lost, try to find yourself back on a path with no heavy fee
And just remember while on your journey, it is the truth
and only the truth children, that will truly set you free.

Free from what?
Child, that’s on you!

 

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