The Poetry Marathon

The End of Him

you were everything

and nothing

to me

I had to let

you go

strings cut

monkey

off my back

for the last

time

said I to myself

46 times before

what made

this time

so different

I am different

I am better

without the

pretenses

the process

undo because

your heart is ill

prepared to

love my heart

permanently

problem is

I was willing to

wait around

count the sheep

watch you hide

and I’d seek

but your

heart is not

to be found

and I dropped

mine on the

ground for you

for you

I was torment

and lament

of blue

dreams reoccured

and the  missing

piece was

complete without

you

so this is the

end the final

show

the last goodbye

the i told me so

again

all is not fair

in love

but this wasn’t

love, was it.

only fools rush in

I say only fools

stay

so goodbye

farewell

see you never

is the better

way

wish you well

on the other

side of the street

the way we

don’t kiss

and say goodbye

is now loading

and the load

up is complete.

 

FJ original 2016

 

Lift Your Head

My sistah, my sistah,
Why are you so burdened?
My sistah, sistah,
Why is your soul so heavy?
Oh my sistah,
Why is your head bowed?
Oh my sistah,
Don’t forget that crown!
The crown that He wore,
That streamed the redness of your freedom,
The crown that He wore,
That made you royalty,
The crown that secured your future,
Made you an heiress,
Before you even became you!
Oh my sistah, my sistah,
Go ahead and lift your head,
You were made whole,
By stripes He wore,
And the nails in His hands!
So my sistah,
Find joy in your sorrow,
Find hope in your soul,
Live in His grace,
And walk into your destined place!
My Sistah! My Sistah!
Did you hear what I said?
Wear that crown,
Stand up proud,
Because in everything that seems wrong,
That crown brings strength,
That same strength,
That took you from a timid princess,
To a God-fearing Queen!
My sistah, MY SISTAH,
You will find Peace!!

The Beginning

The time has come to start a new journey

No more look back

It doesn’t exist any  more…

not even the time when your heart got cracked

Today is a new day

You’ve got a clean slate…

you have to choose what you want to add to you plate

Sit yourself still, focus

and listen to your inner voice

then from a place of peace

make happiness, joy, love your choice…

 

 

Introduction

Hey all,

This is Mallika Girotra and i love writing poems, This is my first poetry marathon and i am damn excited about it 🙂

Tears

Tear’s that ran down my face will never.

Be wiped away from the evil that capture my body.

The pain that my soul was going through was like the fire of ‘Hell.

Was upon my soul.

 

Tear’s that ran down my face will never fade away from my heart.

The tear’s will be their hiding in the darkness in my heart.

That will never be forgotten just put inside the darkness in my heart.

Tear’s that ran down my face will never be wiped away.

1/24 morning

I wrote the moon about you.
I thought he was wise, but he only warns people of the sea
He didn’t warn you of me
He didn’t tell you that each passing message that danced around the night sky, calling you to my arms again
Should have been avoided
My arms are better than the night
and that is where you have always wanted to live
You keep turning the clock back on my mornings.

 

 

I’m rusty and heartbroken. These will hopefully improve as the day goes. 

Wireless Lover

There was one last communion

stretched thin between us, razor-fine

tightwire which when severed,

would crumble whole cities of dreams.

Hot salty tears tracked peach cheeks

and words frozen in my heart,

unable to speak for fear of saying the wrong words

at the right time.

And we offered meager excuses

why this abrupt slice of pain

would be a healing gash,

but we knew the scar would knit

and knot to a complicated infectious

poisoning of the blood,

fever of the soul,

even as now I still tap

that agonizing wire of

fractured human connection.

The End of Us

Don’t want for it now
Eventually it’s over
Now I want it back

AN END

An end

Is it for finality

Moving into new reality

A new beginning from an end

Promptly it is an end of something

But a new beginning to start with

 

An end

Making into a reality

A long lasting peace

Blissful place of a being

Substance always encourages anew

 

An end

Marking into a breeze time

Marking turning point

Now it is a noteworthy reality

A hype or just a thrilla

 

 

9: 04 pm PST 13/08/2016

© ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES

Poetry half marathon: Poem # 1

The sound of coffee

Brewing;

Music raining down

From a darkened stormy

Cloud.

I watch the clouds grow

And then edge their way

Over

To the Ceramic perimeter.

They fade away and

Expose

The rich, black

New moon.

A new moon

For a new day.