Other Races Won | Christine Emmert
I failed to break the ribbon.
Panting and falling into alien arms.
What was won before
suddenly lost.
Fallen angels know the pain of earth
when they tried to outrun
the storms.
life struggles poems
When Life Becomes a Lie | Pushmaotee Subrun
When life becomes a lie,
Relationships of blood and heart lie,
You realise after decades you’ve been taken for a ride,
Shocking, how cunning people diabolically all truths hide.
Too too late falsehood shows its ugly face,
Hitting hard with a deadly mace
Killing all trust
Reducing it to dust.
She’s Not the Tailor | Amy Everett
I’m falling apart
The thread is ripping at the seams
I go to you like you can fix me
Tailor girl, sew me back to the way I was
You keep unthreading and un-sewing me further
I’m just waiting for you to sew my edges back together
Hearing you say it has to get worse before it can better
But you gave up before you could fix me
Before we could work well together
Leaving me to find help in others and sew myself back together
A little misshapen and a little less naive
No longer who I used to be and knowing you’re not either
Fear | The Ape
extend your arms
please!!!
reach for me
for i’m unable to move- paralyzed in the medium
Who Am I? | Sunita Sahoo
I’m a lone fighter,
With every wound inflicted on my soul, I shine brighter!
I’m a survivor,
Hard and bitter times have set my soul on fire!
I’m an achiever,
Never believed in the words “Everything is Over”!
I’m a warrior,
Have faced and vanquished my barrier!
I’m a believer,
I can make it to the top through sheer endeavour!
I’m ME,
Can’t you see?
I am the LOCK and I am the KEY!
Life Has a Way | Claudia Rodriguez
Life has a way of
Sending things your way
That you can’t deal with,
Situations you try to avoid at all costs,
Questions you don’t want to face.
Turn your back and they’ll
Take you down with them,
Face them with courage
And you’ll create your own story.
Many things have happened
To me and I’m still here to talk
About them with you
And let you know that
You don’t have to suffer,
Stay stuck, in pain,
You have it inside you to
Honor yourself and
Be the person you’ve always
Known you are.
Bridge Watching | Jenny Middleton
An arc of iron over us, always
leaning above
the cold leaden-green flow
of river lapping endlessly
at the gravel scatter shore.
Firstly visible and then tide smothered
daily,
yet offering transit.
The climb is all smooth steps
stone foot-fall worn
into waved depressions
by so many other journeys
to the stretch and view
of change and its gradual
similitude.
and so it is the path pushes
backwards and on.