Category: The Poetry Bar

Ghost stories and horror films are not what scares me.
But the thought of hurting you is a different story.

When you cry and when you bleed, I just can’t take it.
I wish I could pretend to not care but I can’t even fake it.

When I saw the broken you, it’s true that I ran.
But not because I was scared but it was more than I could stand.

You wanted me to hurt but it was you that you cut.
So what choice did I have but to close the door shut.

I saw that you needed me but I just couldn’t save you.
You robbed me of options. There was just nothing that I could do.

Yes, I’m a coward. I ran ‘cause I couldn’t face,
Seeing the you that I knew, disappear without a trace.

Hi there, it’s Coco. I’m new to the blogging world and am looking for some love and support. Please check out my poetry blog “Poems From Heart” here :www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com

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It’s been warm the past few days
the mercury rising in the kitchen thermometer
but apart from an hour
and occasional shower
the only thing to see outside
are the feathered friends who in air have flied

II

The stone guards are drenched
out in the backyard
Life of a garden fairy
at the moment – is hard
a lake is forming by the rocks
and drenching their once perfect locks

III

And out in the garden the insects are about
with cascading rain – they’re being caught out
emergency mission – fishing them from the drink
before into deep water – they begin to sink
each beetle and ladybird fished from the rain
and put someplace safe – away from the drain.

Oh, how your prejudices
Taint you

A shadow over your view
Of everything pure and true

Rise from your insecurities
And pursue life anew

Nisha Devdhat is a South African born writer, using her words to spread love, bring healing and give hope, while educating and traveling the world. Currently, she is based in Asia as an English teacher.
Her writing portfolio includes articles, poetry and book reviews, which focus on the themes of literature, travel, education, abuse and trauma.
Nisha offers her writing skills to the public through her writing service. You could hire her as a freelancer to create content for your business or blog.
Nisha’s educational background is English Language and Literature, Teaching English as a Foreign Language, and Marketing Management.
Writing is Nisha’s way of expressing herself, externalizing emotions and practicing introspection. Writing provides her the opportunity to free her voice, challenge the status quo, and positively impact change in society.

Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

Poet Don reporting
From the weath bureau
Rain is falling up today
Thought you’d like to know

Thanks. Good to know….
You’re welcome….

Poet Don is from the illustrious Poets Society
We are honoured to have him here with us today

To see more of Poet Don visit www.donmatthewspoetry.com

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Fear and despair,
What an infamous pair;
They seem to go along splendidly.
However often we learn it’s not good to thin
To tend to yearn or incline to shrink,
There’s no end in sight to sorrow or fright –
They just keep on going, try as we might.
And yet, there’s some awful tenderness there,
In the world of terror, the land of despair;
To be embraced readily and by the hand led
To a place where it feels no other feet tread.
The haziness welcome, the mourning, relief
From a place sharply clear, impatient with grief.
Wake me if this happens to all be a dream:
This enticing warmth and care of a scheme.
This miry pit (strangely) doesn’t feel cold at all –
My comfort, made catalyst to its rightful downfall.

My name is Abigail, and I am an illustration student who is drawn to words as well as visual art. Creative writing is relatively new for me to consistently create, but it is rewarding to see it become a more conscious part of myself. I may post something I am not completely satisfied with. I sometimes write directly from thoughts, feelings, or experience, but I sometimes also imagine my way into a point of view (or mix a bit of both). I hope you enjoy what I post, whether it be a thought, poem, or something different.  

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are players.
They have their entries and exits” famously said Shakespeare.

life’s timeline listed
in the various stages
of a mediocre existence

a simplistic description
by an extraordinary dramatist
of being during simpler times

he writes of societal norms
and average lives
like they were all just average people

those times seem uneventful
if he were alive today
what would he write now

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

When you are ninety percent certain
Where she is going
She is a runaway

When your gut tells you
That was your last moment together
She is missing

What good is hope now?

There’s no fixing this.

What good is crying?

There is no release.

by Ann H. Myers

This unexpected turn of events ,
And a prolonged break ,
Have affected our daily chores ,
How much happy it was before !

The life after this catastrophe will surely be contrasting ,
In a matter of days and weeks ,
Have really changed the circumstances ,
And all it will be a total freak !!

Events at the restaurant will be really mind boggling ,
Tables will be lying far apart ,
And rooms would be large ,
This is how true social distancing will start !!!

Instead of fragrance of deodorants and perfumes or the aromas
The odour of hand sanitizers will be escalated ,
Every location will have a hospital scent ,
For stopping virus growth , rooms will not be air conditioned rather be only heated !!!

The toffees with the bill ,
Will be replaced by fresh masks
The credit card will be sanitised and put in a plastic case
Without even a single trace !!!

Ladies will put back their lipsticks ,
And only shift to masks , made of diamond
The shiny bracelets will be taken over ,
By the plastic gloves with a border of gold jewels properly bound !!

Cinema hall will have a different view ,
Tickets booked will be in gaps of two
Popcorns and refreshments will all not be be allowed
Such simplicity would take over …. no one knew !!

The extremes of temperature won’t be experienced,
The regular vehicular emissions will decrease
Global warming will be reduced
With the pollution even negativity will cease !!!

We have started liking being at home ,
Rather than going for a drive ,
Our interests have now changed ,
How much really has this crisis changed our lives !!!

During this lockdown,
Animals are moving around without fear of becoming human prey ,
Rivers are clean and the nature is green ,
I wish , our country , like this it always stays !!

Rivers are much cleaner ,
The Ganga is fit for drinking ,
Fishes are swimming on its coast ,
All of them are very enthusiastic!!

But for how long will our nation be like this ??
Economic effects are grave….
It is guaranteed that within a year the pollution levels will cope up ,
Our country should be saved !!!

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About me : Hey , this is Kripaa Luthra … l am 13 years old …. and am very fond of writing poems ….. l am very inclined towards it …l write to spread social messages and want them to be spread worldwide …. and even hope for a book very soon … l hope my poems are enjoyed and loved !!!

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com