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Untitled, A poem from Art by Theresa Williams

Untitled, A poem from Art by Theresa Williams

 

An upturned cup holds a poem

which flew from a soul and now

thru your window

doubt

gusts of wind

raucous

still

the strong warrior falters

fumbles

stagger

sways

there are many words to persuade this

looking, down, around, used

none matter

a 3 bounces in time.

Vanishes, it will never come again.

Or will

A river gushes

 

I wrote this poem after the wind blew my coffee cup perfectly upside down, and the liquid stayed in.  Well, most of it did and I thought about passion, the four elements of water, air, fire, earth, and love that resists.

If you like this poem, kindly visit my website at  Art by Theresa  where you can find my other works.

 

Thank you, as always, for reading.  And many thanks to POETRY PASSION for allowing me to share my thoughts and poetry.

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Nothing Comes To A Sleeper But A Dream

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Life is known for throwing unexpected curve balls our way. We sometimes tend to let those curve balls (disappointment, loss of life, sickness, failure, etc)  dictate the way we live, feel, think and carry ourselves through life. I, for one, can admit that I’ve been guilty of this. I like to call it the victim mindset. The “why did this happen to me” mindset. But one thing we have to remember as humans is that we are capable of great things when we put our mind to it. Regardless of the obstacles we face, we can accomplish great things in this world as long as we have the vision to do so. I wrote the following piece to remind myself and others of the power of the human mind and potential, and how we have the ability to push ourselves to greatness, even when times get hard:

Ocean like calmness exudes when you release inner conflict.

And replace complacent based logic with a replenished conscious…

Filled with thoughts of promise and ideals of never stopping.

Set goals…Conquer

Then move on to the next conquest.

Limits should never be mentioned when seeking progress.

Deterrents can cause rifts, but important to remain confident.

Always have a vision… What you see is what you can get.

Never claim to lack the depth to aspire for great accomplishments…

Potentials can produce wonders when we learn to harness them.

Never hesitate to move by the beat of your own drum.

Seize more than the moment…

Embrace greatness and strive to shatter the laws of complacency.

A wise man once told me… “Nothing Comes to a Sleeper But a Dream.”

 

Here is a link to the audio/visual  that I put together for this piece: https://youtu.be/fv_9rJVvjlw

Let me know what you think and feel free to share! Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

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What is She for You? A Poem by Sara Khan

This poem was originally published on Sara Khan’s blog.

I should have slept by now

The thoughts of what he said yesterday

Is just overpowering

I know I shouldn’t fuel my mind with negative insights

Yet the thought is a powerful wake up call

For the women all around

A whore, this is what he called his wife

Nothing seemed wrong till she kept quiet

The pain she went through, she kept aside

Now when she is out to rebel and raise her voice

He asks for how many clients does she have

Sadness gripped my mind as to know where society is heading

Still I call her a fool on her thinking

This world is no place for dumb and mute

Had it been a woman so wise

She should have let her voice to rise

She would not have waited for the day

To tell him who was at fault

The truth he was still unaware of

A man’s ego has made him a brute

She sat still thinking good of this man

Who could have protected and rescued her from their evil plan

It’s over, now, she realise

As she saw a stranger in his eyes.

Sara Khan is a Freelance Content Manager, blogger, and, now, an eBook author. She is a motivator. She is focused on inspiring people through her writings.

Wheeling Backwards by Mark Tulin

Originally posted on Crow On The Wire. 

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Why I Write Sad Poems

The worst kind of pain is when you’re smiling to just to stop the tears from falling… Am very good at this even being aware that crying doesn’t mean being weak But i gotta keep a smiling face because some people draws happiness from seeing me smile.
 
One of my fans approached me one day and asked “Gings you write mostly about sadness and pain thus i know without being told that you’re a sad poet But on many occasions I have seen you from a distance you re always wearing a smile making me to ponder on what inspires the sad and broken poems…….
 
WHY I WRITE SAD POEMS
I really cannot give you a definite answer.
I’d be lying if I said I knew.
But I can express why,
I think it’s essential…..
I jot it down to avoid sympathy,
The pathetic looks on my face when I shed a few tears.
 
Literally the judgments in their voices I try to avoid
So their condolence doesn’t get to bounce back and forth in my heads for days without end.
“And that’s the thing about pain,
It demands to be felt”
Instead of hearing my reasons just to respond,
You get to read it
And maybe understand what it is that is eating my soul.
 
It has picked at my flesh for so long
I have got the cuts to prove it
And
I don’t need the quiz.
I don’t know what I may need at that moment,
 
I think its chocolate……
Oh no, it’s wine…..
Nope, that’s not it……
I need to be held,
No words just silence,
Hug me tight till it all ends.
 
But that’s not why I write.
I write because it’s better putting words on paper
Because it becomes evidence of the hardship I’ve overcome,
A reminder to me of how far I have come to be…
 
So…..For as many as they
That judges me everyday
Because I pour out my sadness
Just to make it clawless
I don’t wish for you to understand
For my pains you can never withstand
 
Just read my pains in written words
But never you wish to live in my world
For nothing dwells there
Nothing my dear
Nothing but pains
Real pain

ABORTION

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I heard of this world from where i come from,
Please give me a chance to explore,
I have longed to walk on this soil,
Please let me accomplish my dream.

O my mother mine,
For you were not persecuted by thy mother,
I will be punctured,
I will be torn apart,
My new bones will be broken,
My spick-and-span flesh ripped off.

I can’t voice out my distress,
For i am dumb,
But i speak with a heavy heart,
I don’t understand any language yet,
For i am deaf,
But when i heard “ABORTION”
I understood clearly because that’s the only reason i can cry in your belly.

No More You

No more you I told myself

Since you choose to leave the heart that love you

And be joined with the bitch that lust after thee

Our promises so solemn you forsook and fled

                                 

It’s painful to let go off you

But am going to do it for my sake

For along the miles you left me to wile down the drain

Love turned to hatred all cos’ of you

 

Should I keep you in my heart

when it’s obvious you don’t want to stay?

Am letting go off you

My heart shall no longer beat for you

My heart shall no longer accommodate the thought of you.

 

Of what essence shall it be thinking of a bitch

Bleached bitch in the pitch of lust?

It can only be a waste of time and am not ready to do such.

No space left here for you

So don’t bother coming back

To a place you turned your back on

 

It’s no more about you for you are long gone.

What I once feared and tagged a terror

Is now an error left to be corrected

The thought of losing you I once dreaded

But now it’s no more for you are no more what you think you are

 

It’s only a matter of time

Every pain I feel now

Shall be my gain

For it’s no more about you