Category: Poetry

By Jennifer Williams

There, upon the sea of death
I saw the soldier come
Clad in the blood of those who fell
Upon his malicious sword
And in his eyes a frightful tone
Of dark deep cruel dreams
And by my word I swear to you
That as I watched him thus
He gazed at me with crimson eyes
And an overpowering strut
He came upon me within his rage
And knew me not to be dead
But before he gave his final blow
I quickly sliced his neck
And all the blood that he took
Fell back to earth again

By Nicole Badiali

Dreamlike webs collect each day
Preparing for another grim reaping
In those hours I’ll lay jaded
Before I wonder if I’m even sleeping
Is it the nightmares I’ve been fleeing?
Or do these nice scares come stampeding
Bittersweet evenings with no real meaning
Story of my life when I’m not sleeping
Sleepless hours sizzle to my demise
This new power tickles at friendly ties
How do I cut loose these wicked highs
Fuzzy wuzzy brain, wishy washy eyes
Muddy, ugly rains pissing off my skies

By Jennifer Williams 

I’m digging deeper every day
Where sweat and blood inlay
It is my grave
I’m creeping closer to the edge
I turn my gaze unto the ledge
The plunder I do dread
I smooth my way across thin ice
Until my weight will suffice
In its womb I’ll lie
How much longer will I run
Until this masquerade be done?
What is just?
How much further is the fall?
How much longer shall I crawl?
Longer than I aught?
When will the dirt cave in?
How long ‘til I lie within
Hell’s molten pit?

By Christy Speca 

I am alone. I wander through a maze of people;
I am surrounded by crowds everywhere I go.
I am in the midst of many people, but I am not one of them.
I am alone.
I am called a social butterfly.
My memory contains more stories and secrets than my
Mouth can share. I am alone.
People track me down as a shoulder to cry on,
A sounding board for new ideas,
A wealth of advice or just an ear to listen.
Where I go I am followed. I am alone.
Quiet escapes me, but still I am alone.
My acquaintances are better people who live better lives.
I can be counted on not to judge
I am a buffer when difficult topics arise
I am thanked, I am respected, I am applauded.
I am alone.
Isolated in thought and dream, my mind wanders
I am searching for something, something more.
I am alone.
I am the Great Salt Lake where no being can survive.
I am constantly being poured into, but there is no overflow.
I am the dam, nowhere for my grief and pain to flow
I am alone.
I am an actress. I excel in what ever role is needed.
I settle for apathy. And through it all,
I am alone.

By Tatyana Sumakova 

What is in a tree?
But beauty in and of itself,
Only time can tell what it has seen,
The light that sins and gives life away,
Throughout the day things begin to play,
Squirrels chase one another in glee,
And birds chirp away,
As the day goes on and things begin to fray,
And children come home from play,
A young couple decides to stay,
Under the tree they pray,
That the beauty, the peace, the love they have to keep.
As new turns to old,
And time will not hold,
We all must move on,
So a new day may unfold.
So this is the beauty within the tree,
For it will hold things untold.

By Coral La Rosa 

Open hearts shatter quickly, since we expose them so anxiously.
Fooled by a promise of eternity.
Waiting to be swept away not considering what must be given in exchange.
Though we think they beat consistently, they’ll never be the same.
After a heartbreak that shakes them to the core.
After a truth they know they can’t ignore.
Will a heart so badly maimed ever find its way?
To true love and a happily ever after that only dreams can portray.
Just how dangerous is an open heart?
They can lead you to realize that you’ll always end up right back at the start.

By Theresa McMillan

What would John Lennon say today?
He would still say, “Give peace a chance.”
Let’s end this ridiculous political dance
With pen in hand
He would say, “All you need is love”
Why is it so hard for you?
Just look at what the world’s going through
War is not the answer to look to
Come on let’s have the new revolution
With the idea of love as the solution
With pen in hand
John would say, “Why can’t you understand?”
Yes, we are all from different countries
But inside we are all the same
So let us stop playing these mind games
John would say,
“We all need to stop hiding our love away”
With pen in hand he would still write what he believed
Nothing would change John in the 21st century

By Nicole Badiali

Even when I fall, I still itch to climb up the ladder
Scratching at the wall for another ride on the rafters
While combing for the gall to venture mind over matter
So here I am wedged, hangin’ by a thread
Tryin’ to make sense of all the things they said
Screaming blasphemy inside to those pre-occupied friends
Wishing the last of me saw life through a less blotchier lens
Drowning out all that matters, I allow it to get rid of me
I continue up the ladder even though it’s kind of rickety
And once it tips back, it’s too late to come down
And I land face-flat, stabbing straight through the ground
Maybe I’ll finally meet eyes with the life I chose to push out
The girl who always runs in hopes that someone will catch her
That same girl who’s stupidly strollin’ under the ladders
Forever searching for that wholesome mother of laughter
About the ninth time back around, I finally ducked the ladder’s climb
Settled with this everlasting hound, oh what battered times
Still, you always wonder how much farther you are from them
And you’ll always ponder how much sharper you could’ve been
If only you hadn’t sauntered like a martyr to the other end

By Rebecca Varley

storming negativities surround despite dissent.
evils present peril ever so ingeniously.
clad in vain, clever uniform, miniature menaces, one by one,
dive into orifices and swim throughout the protoplasm.
ALL ABOARD!!!
swimming about, maniacally, wreaking havoc in each organ. annihilating hope,
instilling insecurities, and eliminating ease.
stealthily inventing, impelling, and intensifying fears,
they maliciously manipulate each and every energy along the way,
cleverly, they raise a veil of trickery that prevents positivity.
pitiful self-loathing and hypocritical hate send the self askew.
deceived, depression reigns.
the leader of the troops? the wretched propellor of despair?
one’s self.
one’s victim. one’s tormentor. one’s salvation.

By Jennifer Williams 

Cruel truth of human mind
Graciously in shadows
Spilling blood of mankind
A howl from below
Savage beasts are free to feed
A lustful feast
Until one will succeed
This play of death has never ceased
The cruel course of controversy
Such a sad soirée
What of the cradling arms of mercy?
These beasts whose callous Fray
Is pointless in the end
For all the bitter dropping tears
With more left to lend
And nigh to silence our fears