The Poetry Marathon

Poem 2

My voice
fell
on your deaf ears.
No words uttered
from your mouth.
I stared
at you, drinking
in your beauty, wounded,
as you sat,
your eyes off in the distance
Did you hear me?
No response
Silence
crept into the room,
into my space,
suffocating me
Tears
How could I
love
someone like you?
I am but only a shadow
of who I once was
And
I remember exactly
where we were
I remember.
Every scar
on my heart tells its own tale,
of you
every wound,
inflicted on my soul writes its own poem,
of you
And that is how those years passed,
Silently, drifting
into the
nothingness
of me

Poem 2

Wake up

 

Office to home,
home to office,
that all we are left for..
We sleep, not to dream,
but to wake up next morning.
We eat, not to feel the real taste,
but to fill our empty stomach.
We do makeup, although never felt the beauty of our natural body,
but to look good artificially.
We think, not for the betterment of ourselves,
but only for profit.

What are we doing?
Are we a well wisher for us?
or a robot whose commands are set to some restricted things.
Thats not living,
neither loving..
Its just surviving,
completing the tasks, we are meant for.
It seems suffocating..

Wake up..
I am trying to wake myself from all these,
As its hard to breathe.
love your sleep, no matter if its just of hours three.
love your dreams, no matter if it is just cakes cream.
love your taste, no matter what you ate.
love your skin, no matter if you are thin.
love to grow(internal beauty/soul), no matter if it is’t show(position/wealth).

All matters is just you,
as nobody put their foot in your shoe.
Its you, who would blame/appreciate,
neither its late nor early too.

My Poetry

write about the block.

first poem at ten,

my grandfather died,

discovered Walt Whitman.

high school teacher of American lit,

my grandparent’s generation

teacher had a crush on

my grandmother

when they were young

she did not feel the same.

still he trusted these three,

Walt Whitman,

Emily Dickinson,

Edgar Allan Poe.

we memorized the

transcendentalists,

“he had a Roman nose”

“the last leaf upon the tree”,

learned the Gettysburg address

“four score and seven years ago”

I, too, don’t like it.

 

grandma and grandpa

grew tulips and roses,

lilac trees in the backyard.

vegetables, too flourished

rows of corn, parsley patch,

tomatoes, rhubarb, two

vines of grapes,

white and purple

I have no green thumb.

not even a poet’s thumb.

I have a poet’s block

followed by mourning love.

 

 

I Want My America Back

Please can I have

My America back

The one that I had

When I was a kid

The one that I pledged

Heart covered with hand

It was no secret kept

The day that she left

The one that I knew

In my days of youth

Where the flag proudly flew

Star Spangled Banner the tune

With historys proof

Never to lose

Now where did she move

The country that I once knew

You would love it

You would love it

You would love this place

You would love this time

You would love how I look right now

You would love how I am smiling

You would love how I would lean into you

Standing on the porch

You would love the way this house looks

You would love the view out the window

You would love it

If you were here

You

You, you, you

You tell me to smile

And my breath forgets to exhale

and my heart skips a beat

or 12

And I forgot every single reason that I have ever frowned in my entire life

And I could get used to this

You telling me to smile

Prompt Two–Song

We, Then Me

He and I, living parallel lives,
walking through the front door
and not meeting each other’s eyes,
pulling his arms desperately round
me, only for them to drop
as soon as I let go,
the great divide in the middle
of the marital bed, no hand
or foot daring to bridge the gap,
and a love that once sustained
now going, going, gone
with none but an empty echo
and the dim, distant
thunder of implosion.

In the Mirror

my birthday stands before me

her finger crooked, beckoning me

but to where?

feet planted, but still I race forward

 

vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer,

I see years gone by, a blur

of light and dark, mostly dark

some stop to remind me

there was love and laughter

tiny feet once ran my floors

and the sweetest voices knew my name

 

music swells around me, meant to comfort,

a sorrowful sound

the hand that guided crooked finger

clutches my wrist, no mercy

I’m pulled closer and closer

to oblivion

Heart at Sea

The waves carry my heart away
On every ebb and flow
Further and further out to sea
I watch its shadow go
For love – not I – at least no more
My love has traveled on
To some place greater than it left
Where angelic halos don

His smile stays with me every morn
In every sun-kissed beam
His memory lives on in my mind
And visits in each dream
I find much peace, despite the waves
Sending my heart away
For I have faith we’ll meet again
One bright and blessed day.

Non-believer

You refuse to listen through your fears

To the love that whispers in your ears

Do not think of me as you are, my friend

I listen to the whispers that say love has no end

I carry this truth with me, cushioned in my heart

A habit, would you care to start?

I let it touch my feet on the sand as the waves roll by

I let it caress my cheek as the wind rides high

I let it dance with my heart with each beat

I let it flow, our eyes when they meet

And no magic is stronger, nor more beautiful

No hearts that lovers’ more bountiful

You refuse to believe, crouching behind reality

When love is the most intoxicating fantasy

Do not worry though, non-believer,

Love is the kindest teaser.