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I never heard
as I cuddle
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baby, bereavement, child, death, loss, mother, spoken word,
My body is a graveyard.
I buried you inside this defective womb.
I am less than a woman.
My flesh a fertile tomb.
I will never hold you.
My baby is crying.
My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me.
Night after night.
Momma loves you.
Inviting this emotional decay,
I am damaged.
My heart is in the ground with you, dear one.
This body betrayed me.
The space between these hips,
Now an empty cradle.
That gentle heartbeat,
I am always with you.
My soul gently rocks you,
As you sleep.
When the fragile heart stops beating,
Are you still called mother?
child, childhood, family, humorous, sympathy, teacher, child, school, child, school,
Why does a child have to go to school?
Why do we have to spend so much time working?
This seems simply cruel.
Isn't it just irking?
Some people say school is important for learning
Couldn't a child learn on their own?
It would cause much less yearning,
After all, we can learn from our phones.
I can somewhat see a parents point in sending their child to school.
But why would you choose what we wear?
It just allows us to look like fools,
We may as well come to school bear.
As you can see school is not fair,
So please don’t force us to go if you care.
allusion, art, child abuse, death, inspirational, philosophy,
The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
the little girl
child, death, faith, grief,
Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;
I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,
you, my heart's flower, blooming fair,
a mother's rose, uniquely rare.
The bitter grief bubbles inside,
rolling hot waves, a searing tide,
dark desperate, wrenching prayers,
sharp, shattered facets of despair.
Anguish climbs this long hill with me,
the crest of which I never see.
How can one stand beside the mound
where love's sweet baby flesh lays bound?
Faith defies sensibility
and blossoms in eternity.
Copyright, March 28, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
allah, angel, anger, angst, arabic, child, death,
Foaming at the mouth
Drowning in each others fears
Off with the masks
Wear your smiles
Give heart and cheerful warmth
Not lectures and verse
Allow us women to converse
Follow the Surahs of compassion
Forgive the Surahs of revenge
Lets all grow red roses in our gardens
So that bombs of blood stop raining
On our children
Sunni and Shia civil wars
From bloodshed to others shores
Christians shout, no more!
Syria the infection
From Russian injection
Where is the west?
age, child, death, mystery, tree, woman,
A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun
This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these
And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving
And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery
angel, child, daughter, death, imagery,
I saw her near her gravestone
her image made my heart cry.
She had the long flowing hair
of a young girl barely grown.
And seemed to float on the air
as light as a gentle sigh.
In the guise of my daughter
an angel entered my dream.
And tears quenched my thirsty heart
like a cool drink of water.
Yet, grief near tore me apart
my heart bursting at the seam.
Mesmerized by her profile,
I was sure of what I'd seen.
Yet, she simply slipped away
wearing an angelic smile.
She said her goodbyes that day
never again to be seen.
addiction, anxiety, child, death,
Kids were playing outside, in the playground.
Swing, slide, sandbox and Mary-go-round.
One was sitting inside, with bottle in one hand.
Thought of things that will never be comprehended.
Paper notes on the table, sketches of ideas.
Scrambled, messy, illogical, the Arcadia.
Revolver in the other hand, with bullets that wisely shine.
Shot was fired, point blank range, never miss.
Kids were still playing outside, in the playground.
Played, played, played, as death never be found.
Ernesto P. Santiago
death, father, life, lost love, sad,
A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.
She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.
anxiety, autumn, beauty, child, death, mystery, night,
There's a girl in the graveyard that never seems to leave.
She hangs like dust in the autumn air.
She has beautiful flowers and tangles in her hair.
When it seems she's right there, she's nowhere.
abuse, bullying, child abuse, death, depression, silence, suicide,
Depression is hard,
When you know it didn't matter if you were here,
When you know you didn't matter,
When you live in fear,
It's even harder when no one knows,
When you have to keep it all inside,
When not even your own faimly cares,
And no one is on you side,
When you have so much anger and self hate,
That you can take a blade to your own skin,
And it doesn't matter how hard you fight,
You know you will NEVER win,
It's hard, especially when your just a kid,
Trying to find out who you are,
Where happiness seems so so far,
When your punched and tripped and kicked and hit,
When it's all so bad you can't think of any other way,
Then to end it,
bereavement, child, imagery, nostalgia, solitude, sorrow,
Where phantoms dwell in halls beyond recall
Bound to fate in cells of sanity’s fall
Where souls were left to hunt their past
Cold, lost, bereft. A wasteland vast
Whence I will run, and seek through tombs,
Forget the sun as dark thunder looms.
She too dwells here, a child of strange charms.
Wounds to sear, bled out in late arms.
death, loss, child,
The child was lost
Through no fault of mine
I wanted to have it
But it wasn't the right time
I hid my emotions
I didn't want to mourn
But I couldn't help it
It didn't want to be born
I didn't tell a single person
Until a long time after
Then someone close to me
Went and told the father
I'd had a miscarriage
And he didn't even care
If the child had been born
He wouldn't have been there
After he'd been told
And he talked to me
I cried for days on end
But my tears no one had seen
I shut myself away
And hid inside my room
I lay cuddling a teddy
I held it against my womb
But years have passed
I think I'm over it now
I know it never developed
But I still miss it somehow
Gregory R Barden
child, death, father,
a feather drifted on the breeze
to bless a crying clown
and found one praying on his knees
his white-face dripping down
the feather came to rest, a-chin
and whisper'd soft his ear
'I'm not for tickling you to laugh ...
I've come to catch a tear'
the sad old clown recalled his child's
blue eyes, that heaven took
a dampened feather 'tween the leaves
his wee one's fav'rite book ...
white tears to fill a brook.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (7) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
baby, betrayal, child abuse, death, grave, humanity, prejudice,
by Michael R. Burch
What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
What good, the warm benevolence of tears
What help, the eloquence of prayers,
or a pleasant benediction?
Before this day is gone,
how many more will die
with bellies swollen, wasted limbs,
and eyes too parched to cry?
I fear for our souls
as I hear the faint lament
of their souls departing ...
mournful, and distant.
How pitiful our "effort,"
yet how fatal its effect.
If they died, then surely we killed them,
if only with neglect.
L. J. Carber
angst, appreciation, child, death, i am, life, wisdom,
I met a child once,
so young I knew not
if boy or girl, but so
wise I was compelled
to listen as the child
spoke to me of God,
my soul, and why we
live in a world of both
light and darkness,
kindness and hate.
'Ask me what you will,
and I shall answer all.'
So I asked the child
(feeling a bit foolish)
'Why am I here?
Why is there life?
Why must we die?'
And the little one
answered me, with
all the wisdom in
our vast Universe--
black african american, faith, fantasy, children, hope, love, passion, sympathy, child, child, me,
i am a black child
who always stand strong
who's been through thick and thin
sometimes right,sometimes wrong
but no matter what i continue strong
i've fought the rain and ready 4 the storm
i am a black child
on my shoulder u can lean
i know what i know,butw do u know what i mean
it's me who will always be a friend
u may hurt me on the outside,but not deep withine
i am a black child
and yeah i love it,black beautiful,and strong
and not ashamed of it
now heres the time 4 everyone to see
i am a black child a black child that's me
by larrinita starks .......
anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
angel, child, childhood, death, hope, snow,
Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.
Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.
Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.
Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.
child, cry, death, children, grief,
Tears of Joy
God cried today; His tears fertilized
Mother Earth’s womb;
The fragrance of nature saturated the air.
Tomorrow I will cry upon your grave
Falling from pregnant memories:
Washing away grief’s gloom
And the happiness of peace we shared.
daughter, life, sad, social, sympathy,
Her chapped palms smell of
roughened by shrewd plays of world.
And in the creases of
- youthful forehead-
sleeps an orphaned childhood, old.
Among distasteful leering,
ineffectual rags of
unfortunate beauty trapped among
pawn broker and hawker alike.
-Nobody’s Child -
gazes high UP , at the
elegant unreachable stairs
winding beyond clouds yonder.
S L O W L Y sighing,
At the dreams hidden, on the dark side of
half bitten moon.
addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,
The innocence is transfusing
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
art, august, beach, beautiful, bereavement, birthday, black african american, child,
Fluffy floppy furball
Chewie chompie carnivorous
Nom nom nom
absence, adventure, best friend, bible, boyfriend, brother, child, childhood, community, conflict, dedication, depression, dream, eulogy, faith, farewell, fear, feelings, first love, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grief, heartbroken, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lost, missing, missing you, mother, sad, sad love,
Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.
St. Stephen’s college