A short, but very sweet poem by Sarah Doughty!
Enjoyed this tempest of a poem by ‘theglitterysoul’. Hope you also enjoy it!
Everyday is war
We drink down our anger
Make love with ferocious guilt
Vow to fix each other
Only to break down all over again
We take warmth
From lighting each other on fire
Drag each other to hell
Slam vases across the wall
Only to douse the flames
In silky sheets and teary kisses
We wear love bites like battle scars
Long sleeves hide the bruises
Insanity is our refuge
We are poison together, baby
But we’re drinking it like nectar
Stirring, eliciting, provoking,
What is left inside.
Note: This poem is written in cinquain style, inspired by this blog post https://www.erotica-readers.com/blog/2017/09/06/writing-exercise-the-modern-cinquain/ Over at ERWA : )
Wonderful poem by Robert Okaji!
Listening to Cicadas, I See Charlottesville (Ghazal)
Shedding one coat, you live in the red, apart
from the rest. Never together, forever apart.
In this sun-drenched field, the cracks drill deeper,
wider, dribbling soil and small lives, expanding, apart.
What falls truer than any words released from this man?
Once divided, never again to touch, always apart.
The electric shrill fluctuates pitch, in unison. Hundreds
of tymbals, shredding dusk, now together, then apart.
You narrow your eye to a slit, but still see the entire
spectrum. Wing clicks, stridulation. Whole yet apart.
Shearing syllables, I learn the language of half-truth.
What is my name? I reach for that fragment. It falls apart.
This is so beautiful, both the written words and the spoken version, it made me feel wistful… Please take the time to check out the work of Janavi Held over at letterstomyoldestfriend.com, you won’t be disappointed ; )
Video with spoken poetry below
Dreamt of exterminated images,
and forgotten doubts,
of unhinged time
with the hollow
of silent bones
in the wake of restless flowers.
a vigilant morning
I enter the mists of loneliness
seeking laughter and daydreams
(to counter the emptiness)
too long for counting
on my chest
cementing the architecture
of my sad inheritance.
I establish hope
burying her under
the obliging tree
in my back yard.