Category: The Poetry Bar

This night keeps me awake,
Just so I can think of you.
Why can’t I sleep, for God’s sake?
Why can’t I live without you?

The overwhelming moon left me
Intoxicated in a trance.
My eyes were lost to thee,
Wondering who’s game of chance.

Who’s poison was this mixed in
The sweet red petals in tea?
The warm air, now cold it had been,
The figure of my own breath blinding me.

In the cold, my hands began to shake,
Suddenly, abruptly, peace was brought.
I opened my eyes for a look to take,
Left within your eyes, I was caught.

Salaam, I’m Aman Misbah and I’m an 18-year old writer. I’m well inspired by Urdu greats like Mir Taqi Mir and Faiz Ahmed Faiz as well as American poets like Emily Dickinson or Edgar Allen Poe. You can see some other works of mine at urduahsaas.wordpress.com

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I hope you know ―

The stars crash with the mantle of the skies
With every blink that you send rushing
Through the space between us and the moon
Shining a little more brightly every time
You speak with tongues in flames
With passion and pain combined between sheets
Your tears have woven something divine
Amidst your disbelief and confusion
When in the darkest places; yet,

What I see ―

Your desire burning through
The marble façade, so delicate and distant
From your doubts resonating through
Every click your heels make on the pavement
Of that lonely Thursday afternoon alone
Among people who appreciate your laughter
Against the deafness where your cries fall
Somber and longing but standing there
Every time you do not realize;

When I see ―

The power rushing through the glades
Dancing leaves menacing the garden of distrust
Planted in the backyard of your dreams
Hoping that your nightmares won’t find the place
Your waking hour lies when you sow seeds
With love and happiness through the wind
Carrying your strength and frailty
In a single whoosh, then you will see;
A single rose bloomed from the bare tiles
Wondering where such beauty formed
From the skies above and glades beneath
A single whisper above the tyranny of your fears;

You.

I hope you know what I see when I see you.

Krista Reyes – amateur writer/poet, film and book enthusiast, national democratic activist. Read more at https://kristamdr.wordpress.com/ and also check my Letterboxd account (for films): https://letterboxd.com/kristamdr/ Thank you!

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so many efforts
that come sincerely
at the edge
of the abyss

are they really you?

this predetermined
and limited act
when this hand
is about to let go

will i?

this need
to step it up
so I don’t
step down

yes you, every time

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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they say
we’re the fringe element
but change only comes
from the extreme

forced to make big pushes
to right wrongs
addressing the impossible
bold solutions emerge

being heard is just a small victory
forging into new territories
of rightness
is the big picture resolution

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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Trust
is what
I gave you.
Also the delicious bits
and the broken pieces for you to blunt the edges.
Wounds and past pain ruined my chances of meaningful love.
Until you came along.
I was mending.
For a
bit.

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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Writing is my passion
My greatest escape from everyday life
It has been my way of speaking
Though I talk without anyone hearing

For someone who’s never been the favorite person of anybody
Writing became my way of coping
For someone who cared so much about what people is saying
I answer them through my writing

I write to shout quietly
Because when I talk nobody cared, they just ignore me
I write to shout quietly
Because in this way I could tell my every story

By: Liana Figueroa

I write quotes and poetry, I also share my travel journey and photos on my blog lianafigueroa.home.blog

IG: gemini.sole

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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