Category: The Poetry Bar

The house I lived in,
the hallway I crossed often,
would remind of,
of schools on vacation.
Facing south,
it was the perfect spot.
On bright blue sunny
afternoons,
My mother would let dry,
pickles in balcony.
Sweet mainly sour,
it would get duller
every hour.
She would call for me
and ask for strings,
to hang over a plastic.
My room being in North,
I got her iron bars
not jute strings.
Strings not bars,
Strings not bars.
I repeated, my way back,
back to my room,
back to no bright skies
& pungent odour,
just thick lonely air.
I would look over ,
the thick concrete walls,
hoping they would disappear,
in thin crisp air.
I would hear you whisper,
I would talk to you
in my thoughts,
I would wonder,
how the shadows that
lingered upon you,
had laced our future now.
I would wonder,
what colour we could
have painted our walls,
& would quickly realise,
Not just blood,
loneliness we shared too.
I wish you stayed,
I wish you thought highly
of hope.
Your shadow wasn’t blocking
my sight no more.
I guess,
we went had lunch next.
With half dried pickles,
for tongue’s a slippery thing.
I’m back home,
for where can I go?
And I wait,
I wait for you to pull the
strings on my walls,
I know, I know.
It won’t ever happen,
Hence,
I wait for you to pull the
strings off my walls.

I am just a regular person,I write poems, I have posted here thrice, and I am very thankful for this platform. If you like the poem you can visit my site,
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I wish women would stick together all the time.
I wish it were that simple.
It’s not.
They don’t.
Often times they have valid reasons not to.
It doesn’t mean it won’t sting me.
I understand.
People are complex.

I wish ego never got in the way.
I wish it were that easy
to say
“I’m sorry.”
Often times there’s nothing to be sorry for.
It doesn’t mean it can’t be mended.
“I understand.
Let’s work together.”

I wish this were a possibility.
I wish for strength in numbers.
We try.
We fail.
Often times the message is lost.
It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep going.
I understand.
Don’t lose sight.

Hello! My name is Alexandria. I’m an intersectional feminist and advocate for victims of sexual violence. Although I’ve been writing since I was very young, I’m just now venturing into the world of freelance writing. I frequently post on Medium as well as my new WordPress blog (https://eternalmetamorphosis.art.blog) . I enjoy journaling about reflection, growth and healing, and I adore critical analysis of media, culture and fashion. My site is filled with raw and confessional journal entries about my recovery from trauma. Being a survivor of rape myself, my intended purpose for Eternal Metamorphosis is to help victims to feel empowered in the way that is unique to their journeys. I’m optimistic that my stories, and the stories of all survivors shared on my page, will broaden minds and encourage compassion, understanding and ACTION. Please feel free to check out my site and get involved in the discussion! https://eternalmetamorphosis.art.blog

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A most productive exclamation of feelings.
For the delivery of, but also being a witness to.
I was reminded how emotional outbursts can be an easing of my burden.
After existence becomes too much, sometimes only rage and tears
can get me back to center.

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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My name is Maria Teresa Pratico-Swanson. I’m a woman walking this journey of life in truth. I am a certified master shaman and practicing the art of shamanism has transformed my life, liberated my authentic spirit, awakened and freed my soul. I use my sensibilities as superpowers and the power of my love fuels my magic as a shamanic healer. My creativity is my soul’s purpose and passion which I express through my healing services, writing poetry, hosting a blog, dancing, painting and practicing yoga. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, after a lifetime of trauma I became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. Healing integrates all aspects of my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual selves. Unraveling conditioning and programming continues to take introspection, patience and grace. I’m committed to my practice of healing from the human experience as an awakened soul. I believe I am here to help heal humanity one heart at a time.  I offer shamanic healing sessions, have written 4 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” “My Heart’s Song” and “My Soul’s Light For more detailed information follow this link
https://linktr.ee/Emotionalmusings
In light and in shadow, always with love. Namaste.

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On that day
you will be forced
to come face to face
with your flaws,
your shortcomings,
your personal mirages.

That day will expose all the delusions
that comforted us throughout our lives;
the delusions that got us
out of bed in the morning
and inspired us to do something with our lives;
the delusions that kept us
warm and secure at night;
the delusions that gave us
our self-esteem and sustained us
through our daily struggles;
the delusions we used to solve
our existential crises
and that provided us with reasons for living;
the delusions that helped us
through our darkest hours;
the delusions that we lovingly
planted, nurtured, cared for and cherished;
the delusions we stubbornly hung on to
and that we would have
defended to our very deaths
from incursions by reality.

Every delusion
will get hunted down
and taken care of
on that day:

The delusion
that you are special and unique

The delusion
that you have singular and extraordinary talents

The delusion
that you are in possession of
deep, momentous insights into life
the rest of humanity lacks

The delusion
that you perceive fundamental truths
everyone else is blind to

The delusion
that you are blind to fundamental truths
everyone else perceives

The delusion
that you are destined for greatness

The delusion
that you are a unique genius
whom the world
does not understand or appreciate

The delusion
that you will find a soul mate
meant just for you
and whose love will save you

The delusion
that you are above
the laws of Man and the laws of God
and deserve to be treated differently

The delusion
that destiny is on your side
and will help you realise your dreams,
no matter what

The delusion
that a lucky break
will come to you
some day

The delusion
that somewhere
some person, angel or god
is looking after you
and trying to help you
with your journey through life

The delusion
that the love and grace
of some god or guru
can save you
from your despair and sufferings,
and from the meaninglessness
of your existence

The delusion
that destiny will always
come to your rescue
and help you overcome
any obstacles in your path

The delusion
that you are protected
by fate and special good fortune
from bad things happening to you

The delusion
that it all
will make sense
in the end

The delusion
that there will come a day
when you will begin to live
happily ever after

The delusion
that eventually
you will find meaning
in your tribulations
and thus your life
will be justified in retrospect

The delusion
that everything
will turn out well
in the end

The delusion
that all is well
if it ends well

The delusion
that they are laughing
with you
and not at you

The delusion
that your life is just a surreal horror film
and you are merely an actor in it,
and any moment now
the movie will end
or the director will shout out “Cut!”
and you will go back
to your peaceful, ordinary existence

The delusion
that your life is just a bad, absurd dream
and that eventually you will wake up
to find yourself living
a happy, contented life that makes sense

The delusion
that there is no difference between
black and white,
lies and truth,
life and death

The delusion
that the virtuous are rewarded
and the wicked are punished,
if not in this world
then the next

The delusion
that you alone,
out of the multitude in the present world
and throughout the course of history,
will be spared from death

The delusion
that you are dead

The delusion
that you are alive

The delusion
that this list of delusions
will make a difference
and will bring illumination
to anyone

The delusion
that you do not have
any delusions.

BORIS GLIKMAN is a writer, poet and philosopher from Melbourne, Australia. He says: “Writing for me is a spiritual activity of the highest degree. Writing gives me the conduit to a world that is unreachable by any other means, a world that is populated by Eternal Truths, Ineffable Questions and Infinite Beauty. It is my hope that these stories of mine will allow the reader to also catch a glimpse of this universe.”
blog:https://bozlich.wordpress.com/

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Oh love…..
Speak to me not with your serpent tongue
For I know the venom from your fangs.
Beckon me not to your bait,
I have been a victim of your tricks and lies.
Hold me not captive,
I loathe your cold touch.
Tempt not my greed,
For beauty has made me fall a thousand times.

I refuse to lend you my heart,
Not another time….
You are such a violent fellow,
Hating peace, loving sorrow!
How many hearts have you broken?
Too much pain, unspoken.

You ruin and go unpunished,
Your reputation untarnished.
Oh love….
You are such a violent fellow
Hating peace and loving sorrow.
Your lies I resist.
From my lust, I desist.

Poem by
Bernard Gabriel Okurut.

A Ugandan poet, singer, songwriter, freelance journalist, literally activist and student of English language and literature at Kyambogo university Kampala Uganda. He is a former student of journalism at Kampala International University. He is the founder of Psychic Poetry, an East African student’s movement advocating for Children’s rights and talent uplifting. Okurut is the proud author of ‘The Noisy Silence’ a Ugandan poetry anthology available for purchase on amazon.com. He has written multiple works for very many literally journals and magazines. His works are available for search on the Internet . Follow him on all social media platforms @bernard gabriel okurut and on his email, bernardgabriel1995@gmail.com.

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Mastery – it’s in you.
Don’t you know that? You mustn’t fear it.
Request the presence of greatness.
Open yourself to be filled with it.
Experience the fibers of your neural pathways strengthening, your veins expanding, and your muscles glowing powerfully.

Then,
Breathe in success and
Taste the accomplishment of your own doing.
A god can’t do that for you.
Never has, never will.
Unclasp and do.

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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I thought I was good for you!
I thought I was your forever!
You were to teach me what’s true love
You were to mend the broken me
You were to be my sunshine

I was good to you, you were bad to me!
I gave you heaven, you gave me hell!
I gave you love, you gave me pain!
I fought for it,you demolished it!

My mind said it’s good to let it go!
My heart said I should give it another try!
I made myself Blind for what I didn’t want to see
But you left anyway!

But the good times outweighed the bad!
That’s how I’ll always remember us

I’m idah love writing poems, please follow my blog for more https://samkendi.wordpress.com/2021/03/30/why/

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This swell in my heart has me considering the sea
‘For as it is with the oft rough oceans
That calmness follows great depressions
Replaced by the beauty of royal blues or emerald greens
Standing in stark contrast to the dirty browns
That swirl during times of hurricane force
Like life (and the seas) we oft face times like these
Where mighty upheavals threaten to displace
The footholds to which we become accustomed
Frantically scrambling to reassume some measure
Of the balance better found in quiet places
Where no tide nor storm dare wake
Or disturb the imagined reds of rose or yellows of the sun
That too frequently paint the world in an impression
Even Monet could slightly hope to recreate
‘For it is in this desire of serenity that we take for granted
Such trials and tribulations as seen by the seas
Appreciating them only after the calming and waves recede

My name is Lance Thompson and I am the author behind L.R. Thompson Poetry and am interested in trying to start getting my poetry published.  I’ve been writing for about twelve years now and feel it’s time I try to put myself out there. I joined WordPress last month, my page is lrthompsonpoetry.wordpress.com
I’m a husband and father of three living in the Florida Panhandle and working at vacation resorts. 

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My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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