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Broken | Steve Denehan - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Broken | Steve Denehan

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Murmured conversation and cutlery scraping.
Into the restaurant he came,
As out of place as anyone has ever been.
He was older, enormous, bedraggled.
His shoulders were wide, straining against a greasy brown coat.
His hair, matted, above a weathered face.
Stopping, he seemed surprised to have arrived in the restaurant.
He turned to face our table and we caught eyes.
Words, of a sort, fell from his mouth and landed on the floor.
He was escorted out and the silence was filled once again,
With murmurs and scraping.

Calmness | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Calmness | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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When they held
All was almost over
Only somewhere from deep within
There came floating in all majesty
A sweet and comforting voice
To tell me to stay calm
Since storms like this one
Were not the strongest in power
And to go unperturbed
Doing everything
Minding nothing
Never being deterred
From following what I held was most due
In my circumstances then
As my troubled state
Could into irreparable
Disaster turn
To ruin me and all that lies attendant upon my calm.

On Repeat | Justateddyberry - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

On Repeat | Justateddyberry

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Hot tears flowing down the stream
Only opening my eyes to see
I’m just lying on my bed
And no one’s hurting me anymore
It was all just a dream
But it was real
All the humans in there
Everything happening was just a compilation of hurt
On repeat
Set in a different setting
The only difference was this time
I actually cried

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Let Me Dream If You Can | John Patrick Robbins - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Let Me Dream If You Can | John Patrick Robbins

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I suffer from insomnia I sleep for an hour if lucky, others view me, think I have gone insane.
They are fools.
For that happened after the first time I knew poison that is love.
Happiness moved in and my mind escaped like some cat who saw its chance then fled never to return.
We are all insane to a degree, those who chase the page only to bleed from the pen.
Making a promise we can never keep.
People will say many things.
I am too exhausted to care anymore.
But many lies embrace this page as once I did so easily you.
I am beyond exhausted but can’t bear the thought of finding you in the dreams I once knew to be my reality.
Let me sleep tonight as you allow my life to remain empty in reality.
“Man you’re really losing your grip”.
An old friend said to me.
Sitting upon the ledge, watching as I struggled to cling to the ledge.
Never once did he offer a helping hand.
That’s what friends are for.
He played with his phone and was lost in his own world as so many are.
He could tell you what a trainwreck you were but never pull you from tracks.
I needed rest he needed a soul.
I could always buy sleeping pills.

Death of the Butterfly | JD DeHart - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Death of the Butterfly | JD DeHart

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Sure, at one time the wings were gossamer
and we had the promise of a beach vacation
and sure, the cocoon was lovely, if not a little
cramped and there was nectar.
Not in great quantities, mind you, but there
was nectar, but now –
the wings have been trampled, life has
happened once too often, the trees
no longer provide much shade, and we must
move on, let the balloon soar, and allow
passage, art, and time.
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End of an Era | Vivien Gbandi - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

End of an Era | Vivien Gbandi

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Superior to our lumped hard sand
lies a free-spirited moon
far from all the world’s troubles
giving a laconic smirk of laughter.
Why did you not carry us
away from grief and despair?
For now we eat from our feet
and drink from our necks.
Our children know no mercy
yet our ancestors are free
our parents weak and tired
yet we ourselves are bare.
Oh, curse you wicked moon
for even the sun agglutinates our sufferings
compelled to tell when chores begin
compelled to reveal the dark surface that lies beneath us all.
But don’t you worry
for you will rue the day you showed yourself beyond our reach
revenge is for those who have nothing but hate
filling them up with schemes and plans.
For now we lie here trapped
away from the breeze that visits you
yet you so far from the torture that beats us
our day shall come moon. Our day shall come.

Regret | Marjon van Bruggen - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Regret | Marjon van Bruggen

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Vague terrors of those dreadful nights
grip my heart, a crumpling piece of paper.
Regret rising from the river, a smiling ghost
what could have been but never was.
I do regret but think to wash away
the stains with cheap tears while
he is still alive, my poor skeleton prince
I owe him devotion, warmth, and shelter.
Recognise my agony I pray; getting too old
for my desperate dreams, too old to fight.
Regret: he must never know.

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