#poetsandauthors

[mysecretworks01]

I wonder if he knew I cried myself to sleep. Our last night together before I had to leave, I was riddled with anxiety and I couldn’t stop the tears from surfacing.

I know he didn’t hear me, because what he doesn’t know is that I’ve had practice… years and years of practice.

Because what he doesn’t know is that I’ve given him a version of myself that mirrors as though I’ve never been hurt before. He doesn’t know is that I’ve been dragged across the very concrete I grew out of. He doesn’t know I’ve given him grace and opportunity without hesitation knowing it could hurt me and only me in the end. He doesn’t know I’ve tried my best up until this point not to think of him like every man and give him the chance I’ve not given others.

I wish he could see past the rose in front of him and see the concrete I grew out of, the petals that I am missing, the thrones on my stem grown out of the sheer need to protect the last of this flower… I wish he could see past the beauty and see me.

[snehadarkacademia]

From my upcoming poetry book

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

(Stay tuned for more updates)

My chest swells

And I choke on my own breaths

My nerves freeze

The weight of being crushes me

The empty pit in my stomach won't go

Until I fill all vacant parts of this parchment

Until I let the arteries of my heart gush

And stain the paper

My veins flow

Like it's the only thing that could keep me alive

And that's why I don't say I write,

I bleed.

[fruitfulodyssey]

I've abstained from

Sexual encounters

& visuals to acquire

Spiritual Stillness

In my vessel.

Raw emotion, deep yearning

engraved in the fabric of flesh

I don't despise the feeling,

But I've delayed an awakening

Authored for me.

A journey purposed

for clarity Is a need

For the depth of my soul

Desires comprehension

To articulate the intricacies

Of devotion.

.. Why swim ignorant of

The canvas that welcomes

The paint of a lover?

Isn't it foolishness

To give what is sacred

Lacking the intimate

Understanding of its value?

I cannot love beyond

The natural understanding

If the eyes that's meant

To see beyond the

veil of flesh

Fails to see the intimate

Textures intertwined

Behind the layers of skin.

On this journey I remain

To discern potent affections

In alignment with my soul.

- Journey of Discernment 1

[grammymumzy]

​A great writer must wear a great hat, Any amateur poet knows that. If your topper's too slim, Or your boater lacks brim, Or your chapeau is fluffed, Or your bowler’s not buffed,Illustration © Chris Riddell 2016 If your beret has shrunk Or your fez is a flunk, And your pillbox is flat Or your porkpie’s no hat… You really should know, That the words will not flow. One’s hat has to pass, For its style and its class, Or, to put it more simply, If your hat is too …pimply, Too dull, or too ugly, or brown... Then the words will not work And you’ll look like a berk, Unlike me, in my marvelous crown. Poem ©Kathryn Evans 2016

[poetrythreesixfive]

What We Are

The human mind is boundless,

and recall has no end,

as if our once-upon-a-times

cause space and time to bend.

Consider every instant,

or those you can recall,

as circumstance prevents us from

remembering them all.

A well of separate moments

collected into one,

and most go by unmarked until

one day, they’re almost done

So treasure every minute

your memory can find;

I only hope I perish

long before I lose my mind.

                   -GeorgeFilip

[putah-creek]

Mid January three solid weeks of cold rain (Wilton flooded by the Consumnes River) and finally a sunny perfect day crisp and cool with a pale blue sky only a few gentle wisps of a cloud here and there like a mother’s smile three weeks of rain after three years of drought the sun is beautiful but -oh- touch my heart with rain touch my heart with the great gray wetness

james lee jobe

[just-yanging-around]

Foresight gone wrong (can’t think of a better title)

Somehow, behind your glimmering eyes I always knew

That the plans we had made would vanish out of the blue

That the tides of time would suddenly go against our favor

That our love whom we thought was a fortress would also waver.

Despite that however I pushed forth,

I tried to stay clueless, all the signs I ignored,

For if I could keep something, I hoped it’d be us,

But I unfortunately however, for that too I lost trust.

You asked me, if I knew, why did I stay?

Why did I let the hurt with no restraints come my way,

For darling loving you was never a choice,

It was something that happened naturally like the tune of one’s voice,

A bolt screwed to my brain I kept you like a promise,

Until all the ups and downs that came with it left me famished,

Here we are now, I guess, I suppose

What once was us wilted like the petals of a rose,

[ahseya-writes]

“There was depth in her eyes, that even the ocean envied.”

-Ahseya