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He Never Expresses Regret | Bonnie Burka Shannon - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

He Never Expresses Regret | Bonnie Burka Shannon

The child will never recover
From you
But life goes on
Doesn’t it
Even though
They shoot horses
Don’t they
Life endures
In a manner
That is hard
To label
You have destroyed
What she believed in
You have policed her life
And the lives
Of others
You tell untruths
Fabricate
Deflect
Blame
Retract and restate
You require
Complete allegiance
While most
Never believed
Or were all deceived
You typify a
Borderline Personality
Not so complicated
After all
Just malevolent
Immoral
And self-absorbed
A true narcissist
You have devastated
What she once
Had faith in
You have regulated her vitality
Tarnished her convictions
Unfastened her life
And the lives
Of others
And you never
Express regret
Or shame

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Claustrophobia | Bonnie Burka Shannon - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Claustrophobia | Bonnie Burka Shannon

They’re closing in
From the right
From the left
The top and
The bottom
Those I know
Those the
World identifies
I cannot breathe
From their rhetoric
Their combat
What have
I done
What have
We done
I am compressed
Nearly demolished
Fighting back
Is fruitless
There are too many
Of them
I hyperventilate
Feeling as if
My imaginary oxygen mask
Is dysfunctional
Like the world
Around me
Where to run
Where to hide
Is this the beginning
Of the end
Or is the end
Here already
Let me breathe
Please
Stand back
And let me breathe

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Mindfulness | Sarah Nikonchik - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Mindfulness | Sarah Nikonchik

Its warmth caressed my skin
Rays of light streaming in my hair
The sensation of a smile
Purity radiating within
I want
I need
This feeling to last forever
A moment and it’s gone
Light replaced by cloudy eyes
Shattered glass beating
Tear-soaked pillows lie on a bed of thorns
With a deep pain that has no end
Another moment and the shadows are gone
Tears dried by a halo of light
The black raven gone as quickly as it came
I know it will return
But for now
It doesn’t matter
I am here in this moment
Surrounded by the the golden sky

Hoarder | Cord Moreski - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Hoarder | Cord Moreski

Jerry decided that morning it was time
he was finally going to intervene
with his wife about it all—the crowd
of dead houseplants in the bedroom,
the dusty magazine piles towering
like mausoleums in the hallway,
the mound of dishes choking the washbasin
in the kitchen, and even the scattered pictures
hung on the walls displaying people
from families they never knew.

But before he could find the right words,
the loose leg of a dining room chair gave out
sending shoeboxes full of figurines crashing
along the living room floor. And just like that,
his wife appeared. Dropping to her knees
with a roll of tape in her right hand,
she splayed her left hand beneath a maze
of used sofas and leaning end tables
as she searched for missing porcelain pieces.

“Help me!” she begged him. “Help me
put back together my Precious Moments!”

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Anorexia | Ann M. Bauer - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Anorexia | Ann M. Bauer

These early seventy years have betrayed her,
She never saw it coming.
Her powerful ego failed to respect the bones and muscles of her core.
The stone statue of her frame gradually crumbled,
By the insidious attempt to starve it.
She won this battle, but at what cost?
The inability to walk, sit, stand for any length of time
No relief from the pain except at rest,
undisturbed numbing sleep her friend.
Extending each day fraction of minutes,
‘til half the day she’s in her cocoon,
The sanctuary of linens and quilts
a way of survival.

Emotional Hiatus |  Paul Tristram - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Emotional Hiatus | Paul Tristram

She’s laying upon a sun lounger
within the shadows of the back garden.
Trying to ignore the silly songbirds
singing Springtime lullabies of love.
She’s stopped chewing her fingernails
at last and her Pityriasis Rosea
has receded back and faded,
leaving just a faint daisy chain
of small purple flowers
around her otherwise pale left wrist.
‘It’s nice to be out the other side’ she sighs,
down to only two packs of cigarettes
and still descending all the time.
Now that the ‘Breaking’ has ended
and the ‘Knitting’ and ‘Mending’ started,
she’s finding a different shape
and level of ‘Ache’ to taste each day.

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Brave Enough to Love Again |  Paul Tristram - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Brave Enough to Love Again | Paul Tristram

‘Wow!’ Where did all of the oranges,
yellows and reds come from?
It’s been greys, blues and greens
for so long now…
I had forgotten that Spring actually exists.
Lopsided, tumbling, skyscraper piles
of ‘Saved for a Special Occasion’ clothes,
it just has to be as perfect as I can alchemize it.
‘First Impressions’ are exactly what the word
‘Everything’ was invented for.
Eight hours and thirty six minutes to go…
and I could simply scream… Again!
Derailed locomotive ‘Heartbeat’
‘Mind’ twirling cartwheels of giddiness
and if I entered my ‘Pulse’
into the Olympic Games
they would have to award me Platinum.
‘Tender yet Sophisticated’
she keeps mantra-ing to herself
as she runs a hot bubble bath
for the fourth time this very morning.
Singing gaily like Doris Day
on day release from the Looney Bin.
She dances theatrically with McArthur the cat
in between sighing and smiling
her dazzling way through the fantastic day.

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