Tag: pain
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Plasters
#NaPoWriMo Day Four Today’s prompt was to write a sad poem that uses simple language to convey strong emotion. The example poem used (sort of) iambic pentameter and rhyming couplets, so I too have incorporated those styles (sort of!) Also the topic I chose for today’s poem, knife crime, is close to my heart for…
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Hurt
#NaPoWriMo Day One Another April, another month long writing challenge courtesy of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Yesterday’s prompt (I am a little late) was to write an instructional poem, or a disinstructional poem. I read disinstruction and thought of rebellion. Of being instructed to do something and not doing it. So this is what…
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Can’t you see my happy face?
Can’t you see my happy face? I’m smiling, can’t you see? These are tears of joy, you know, Your blessings gladden me. Can’t you see my happy face? It’s the best news the world, I can’t wait to meet your little one, Whether boy or whether girl. (Can’t you see my empty space? The hole…
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Hush Child
Hush child, Close your eyes, Shutter out the world and let the stillness fill your mind. Hush child, Hold my hand, Feel its warmth and strength and know the might it can withstand. Hush child, Take a breath, Let it fill your lungs and feel the lightness lift your chest. Hush child, Lean on me,…
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Ice and Fire
Your heart was ice, Your heart was fire, You froze and blazed until I grew tired, Until it snowed upon my funeral pyre, You dragged me down but I flew higher, A phoenix risen from the fire, Preserved in ice and seared with ire, At last I’ll be what I desire, I’ll freeze and blaze and never tire, My heart is ice, My heart is fire. Today…
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Invisible
You don’t see me as I move across your day, You don’t see the things I do, You don’t see me, So I shouldn’t be surprised that you step on me, Walk all over me, Without the faintest acknowledgement that I’m always by your side, You don’t see me and you don’t even care, You do…
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15 Years Later
If you asked me 15 years ago If I thought that time could heal that wound I would have looked at you – A rawness in my eyes, My light nearly all consumed – And I would have told you with intense certainty that it would never fade away A hurt that great is itself…
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Bullies
It’s Blue Monday so this poem is dedicated to all the organisations, bosses, colleagues, and other individuals who never quite graduated from playground bullying. Remember your words and behaviour have consequences…… There is a strange peace In knowing the day; The day that the pain will be going away, When the bullies will stop their…
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In Her Tears
Yesterday I wrote a poem called “Heartsickness“. During my search for a suitable photo, I found the one featured above. It caught my eye and even though it wasn’t quite right for yesterday’s piece I felt it deserved to be shown off. So I have written a poem which was inspired by, and is dedicated…
art, beauty, fears, heart, heartbreak, hurt, inspiration, letting go, lies, life, love, pain, past, photography, poetry, relationships, sadness -
Yellow Girl
Too white to be black, Too black to be white, “They’ll throw you in the river when the two sides fight” Flat bottom, Picky hair, And thick thunder thighs, Freckles on my nose, lips and under my eyes, I’m a yellow girl, I’m a browning, I’m half-caste, I’m mixed race, And believe me; I’ve been…
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Third of Three
I never met you, But I miss you, You don’t exist, But I kiss you in my dreams, I set aside a portion of my heart, Swaddled it in endless love, And engraved it with your name, But you never came to be, And so I miss you. Destined now to grieve eternally, For all…
dreams, grief, grieving, hurt, life, loss of a child, love, miscarriage, motherhood, mourning, pain, poetry, pregnancy, sadness -
Foreverie
Once upon the daylight blue, A longing was drawn in vivid hues, And sat lucid in her reverie, For times that she and he once knew. Painted on her memory’s eye, Thoughts flittered like a butterfly, They tickled at the brink of truth, And swaddled her mind in a dulcet lie. He no longer walks…
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Cesspool
Cesspool. Burdened mule. In this hole I am not whole, Stagnant in my body and in my soul, Rutted in my thoughts and in my deeds, And all of my needs remain unsung. Unappraised. I’m played; A guitar that they can strum, My heart is just a bullet in their gun, Waiting for their will…
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Tricks and Mortar
In the stillness all around there’s not a sound that the silence hasn’t bound The voices have been pounded into the cracks of these surrounds and the echoes of these walls The whispers of these halls – they tell it all – They scream in muted voices the errors in our choices And the legends…
Serena Malcolm 