Utterance’s of hope

At times dreams can seem- a bit crude
I’ve seemed to have lived mostly lost
Being adrift, while accepting, unfound
Barely acclimating to my environment
Betwixt gasp and grasp of my own exhales
Living a modicum life of just, temporary
And there come those days, too erratic
It happens, I’m feeling a bit out of place
Akin whirls of winds, in too long of visits
Sometimes at night or in passing storms
I’m uniquely prodded- completely moved
Then, and unexpectedly without notice
The universe changes, without question
So much so, I miss you more than ever
Deep to my own core- my own existence
And yet, I know well we still haven’t met
And yet again, this void- always present
Often, I ask myself how this could be?
And just as often I’m left, perplexed
It’s possible I’m wrong or simply crazy
But my innate feelings- are too real
My unyielding understanding, to alive
My heart, too strong to pretend otherwise
Somehow, some esoteric way, I just know
Dwelling inside all I am, touch, and see to be
You exist, you live, you breathe and believe
Waiting and trusting to find, to love…me

My moniker is Poet of the Light. I’m an average man living in America with experiences in love, life, dreams and loss.  Poetry in its own unique way like a lover, has taught me to let my heartfelt whispers go free and find their own home.  Some of those whispers are now slowing being released on my page @ poetofthelight.com

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I think I loved you too much

You were priceless
my efforts to win you were relentless
In my eyes you were flawless
You could never make a mistake:
you were just perfect
You were to me, worth every test
I think I loved you too much

Your voice in my ears was like a melody
Every word was like a lyric from my favourite song
Your thoughts shared were like chords that filled my skin pores
It gave me so much ecstasy
I wanted nothing more than to hear you talk all day long
I think I loved you too much

You were the center of my joy
People knew for sure
This one was not like the others; you were no toy
For you, I could give up the stars so bright
What would it hurt after all,
If the world lost just a little light?
I think I loved you too much

I loved you to the point where love was no longer a chore
It rather became my entire being’s core
I needed you more
Than you’d ever need me
That, began my fall
I think I loved you too much
Over exaggeration cost me
The adrenaline so high up in my being
Caused such a blindness
That I failed to see that this
Was too high a pedestal to place a person
No matter the reason
I think I loved you too much

I clearly said,
“Don’t start what you cannot finish”
“This mission will reach its completion”
your dazzling response in words
I should have paid more attention
Maybe, I would have realized
I was just another of those ones
To help while away your time
I think I loved you too much

Maybe I did love you too much
People doubt there’s something as such
But I know you were a good catch
I just did not have that strong a latch
That’s why you ran off with that one
And I didn’t even have the strength for you to fight
I think I loved you too much

I admit I loved you too much
So much that no matter how now it hurts
I numbed myself to feel
But I’m human you see?
The ache, it won’t go away
It would probably last all my days
I just loved you too much

©2017 Naema

My name is Amy and I come from Ghana, West Africa. I wrote my first poem in High School and since then, I have been writing all manner of genres.My blog is www.amynaema.wordpress.com

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Bare honesty

I want to scream all my truths from the top of my lungs
I want to feel the pain burn my veins as I let the valve go
I want to drown in my tears until I am no longer water
I want to find the salt lake reservoirs of my cheeks returned.

My eyes show a certain level of beauty when they have expelled my sorrow
Crystals reflecting back such darkness they cannot help but shine
In those few moments if you took the time to look beyond my face
My soul is laid bare and dressed ready for my burial.

I want to scream all my truths from the top of my lungs
I want to feel the pain burn my veins as I let the valve go
I want to drown in my tears until I am no longer water
I want to find the salt lake reservoirs of my cheeks returned.

Iriseasiam.wordpress.com

I’m B, a poet and writer from the UK, adventuring into life with my eyes wide open, finding all my own monsters and trying to run, but trying to fight everyone else’s for them.

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Icicles

They can form in an instant
as tiny waterdrops
crystalize from a great height
as mercury retreats
Race to the grid
a dangerous one
as jack frost waits
to turn rain into ice
Clear as the sunshine shines
they reach for the floor
aiming for a path or brook
only to be stopped – dead
No longer aqueous
More solid than liquid
tiny air bubbles trapped
suspended by cold
And as the icicle grows
the runner up takes the prize
heading for the stream
as no1 gets caught frozen
I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at inkdrops.blog or Allpoetry.com/InkdropK
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Unspoken

This garden is filled with loneliness
The loneliness is the only thing blossoming here
I have tied myself to a sand castle, filled with thorns.
I can see you coming, making your way to this garden
what is your name? Do you have any place to go?
I can feel your warmth, your heat is real
I can see you pick the blue flower
I want to hold it too, But I can’t
This is my destiny.
You know that I can’t show you me
I can’t face you, because I’m scared
I’m scared you’ll laugh on me
I can’t show you the real me
Can’t expose my vulnerability
I’m scared you’ll run away.
So I decide to put on a mask
Just to come and see you
This fear won’t go, I’m still scared
But I want you.
What I can do is, plant a flower
A pretty flower, that resembles you
As beautiful as you, maybe more
That will breathe as a person
And maybe I can live with that
Because I still want you.
Maybe back then, if I could collect the courage
To stand in front of you
Would things be better now?
Would everything be different?
This castle is collapsing & crashing
I’m screaming, looking at this broken mask
All this while,
I still want you, I still need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR-
I am Anoma, aged 22. I am from India, and I am a final year student doing computer engineer. Engineering is to earn the livelihood and writing is to earn that happiness that was missing in my life. I won’t call myself a writer or a poet, because all I do is just spill out whatever comes in my mind without any flow or rhyme but all I can say is writing reduces the burden off my shoulders. It gives me mental peace and when people can relate to what I write, I feel I’ve achieved the purpose of writing. I am a person who finds it very hard to express myself verbally to anyone, until I started writing.
I am attaching the link to my blog.
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The romance of the Cosmos

The celestial realm is doing a waltz
Debris rocks with firefly tails
Are a part of this romance of the cosmos
While spirals of light and gasses are moving
Through an endless expansive universe

Down on one of the rotating rocks
Are a life force of ingenuity
Breathing atoms of purpose
But flesh and bone of pride at times

They wonder if there is other life
They send satellites and robots to assess
But what they are forgetting
Is the One Being who is always there

He has been there before eons began
He watches from afar
But He looks deeply into each heart
Inspecting each motivation and loving act

He has us in His ancient hands
And on His never ending thoughts
So is there life on other planets?
There is more activity than we could ever believe

 

© Carly Wiggins 2018

Carly Wiggins is a young adult from Texas. She loves creative fiction writing but her first love was poetry. When she discovered poetry her world grew into so much more. She found an outlet to express her anxiety and let others gain insight from her unique perspective on the world. Her life experiences and faith also play a major role in her poetry.

Her Blog Link:
https://messageinstanza.com/

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