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I Am Me VII | Ajise Vincent - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

I Am Me VII | Ajise Vincent

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I am a sailor
oaring through life’s
odyssey.
I paddle a meandrous destiny
a tempest of despondency
has been my confidant,
wheedling my esteem to
salivate for death.
yet I am undeterred
I may feel seasick, today,
mourning flashbacks of
drowned dreams
but tomorrow
I will drink
pints of rum in remembrance
at Manhattan
—–
Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet who derives utility from the smell of coffee, the erraticism of nature, and the dynamism of solitude. His works have been published in Eureka, Sychronized Chaos, Harbinger Asylum and various literary outlets.

Of Dust and Pain | Megha Sood - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Of Dust and Pain | Megha Sood

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The slow effervescence
the vaporizing effect of the sadness
body losing itself to the thin air
slowly and surely
the mothball slowly giving it to the air
its existence and its frailty
and the deep sense of attachment
the ephemeral bond between the existence and frailty
the curled up pieces of the burning papers
with its bits and pieces
earmarking the days and the nights
with its ashen touch
like the sand in the water
submerged and yet to dissolve
you can still feel
the existence of the silt and the sediment
the gelid hands of the reality
pinches me with its
cold fingers and freezes my warm heart
this sacred ritual of dissatisfaction
and time eating time
when the body completes the sacred circle
and suddenly there comes a realization
an epiphany of the sorts
we were all a ball of illusion
soaked in the murky pulverized dust
of pain and angst
to begin with.

More at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/.

A Sinking Bottle (She Explained, Softly) | Paul Tristram - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Sinking Bottle (She Explained, Softly) | Paul Tristram

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I’m all cried out, one minute,
then waterfall full the next.
The Sun still shines…
but, it’s always somewhere else… yonder.
I hate that word ‘Yonder’
for you can walk all day and night,
until your weary, battered feet
blister and bleed
and you are never any closer to it.
I have great self control,
I will not succumb to the traps
of ‘Covetousness’ nor ‘Envy’
but, ‘Yearning’ masters me truly.
The ‘Feeling’ started
like a Pebble being dropped into a Well.
A falling sensation, giddying at first,
then later… quite sickening.
The Well eventually changed,
reformed into a tumultuous Ocean.
The Pebble an uncorked Bottle,
slave to all external currents
and full up to the very brim
with the ‘Thing’ which is forever
dragging and pulling it downwards.

More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

Known Thus to All | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Known Thus to All | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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Known is this to all
that anywhere in need
people in haste may do
things that in result
could bring disaster
to more people, and
for periods never previously
suffered or expected as
when in great need in
despair people move
they do not know if
things they do instantly
are right or not since,
in desperation, when steps
are taken they are steps
well-justified with the period
in mind, and action suited
considered in that mood
that holds ends and not
means are the goals, and
nothing short of the goals
should be accepted even for compromise formulae drawn
as focus on means taking
time could divert eyes from
goals and leave people in
ever-growing misery when
means meaning miseries
shall be the lone accepted
rule raising more questions
and erasing every answer
that, in sanity others, may
offer to make men mean,
means and ends must be
equally held in honour if
lasting gains are due and
not short-term ones must
be touted as urgent.

Along the Way | Elaine Meredith - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Along the Way | Elaine Meredith

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Undone in a moment of despair,
tripping through an empty field
on the way to forever, hoping for
some stop along the way.
Not many times are there refuges
on the path to destiny, and detours
past fate with byways that lead to
second chances ’round the bend.
With bridges over honeysuckle
rivers that carry blissful reprieves
like a side show card sharp with
happiness up a sleeve.
Were it only just a place we’d have
a choice and merely wonder why,
but that honeysuckle river keeps
on flowing fast and wide.
At least the bridge is down, and
those who wish can cross on over,
tripping through an empty field
and dreams of knee high clover.

Don't Believe My Smile | PYG's Whisper - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Don't Believe My Smile | PYG's Whisper

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I wish I could close my eyes and sleep tonight
I wish I could erase those bad memories from my heart
I wish I could forget who I am just for one day
Please don’t believe my smile
Don’t believe when I say I’m fine
Don’t let me give up, hold my hand
Tell me I will be okay
Tell me I won’t be forgotten
Tell me I still have a chance, no need to be hidden
Don’t allow me to hurt my lips with this fake smile
Don’t believe it ‘cause I’m bleeding inside
I’m weak like a sick flower
I could die if you leave me alone
I’m so afraid of sleeping in the dark
And I can’t turn on the lights
‘cause I don’t want you to look at my ugly face
I don’t know why I’m crying again
I don’t know why this baby girl in me won’t grow up
I don’t know where to go
And I don’t know what to do
I’m lost in my own world
Many closed doors are surrounding me
but I don’t know which one I’ve to choose
Can’t find my way can’t see my future
my tears blinded my eyes, can’t you see I’m broken
My body is sweating, can’t you feel my hot fever?
I was screaming in my dreams but no one heard my voice
I was running toward paradise but my foot didn’t reply my moves
Can you read my words?
Can you see my wounds?
Can you understand when I say
Don’t believe my smile
‘Cause I’m not happy at all
I can’t be where I want
Cause I don’t know where I belong
I don’t even know who I am…

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