Submissions by Brokenpoet2020 (BrokenPoetOfficial)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 8:26am
28th Apr 2020 8:26am
Despite It
When did I get so jaded and bitter?
I don’t remember. Which particular
Incident tipped the feather?
Was it the first time I lost my voice?
Couldn’t say no to innocence lost.
Just 4 years, experienced on earth,
Violating hands, that gave me no choice.
No haven. I was still a happy child. Despite it.
Was it the second? No stranger danger..
Loved ones who calculate, to violate, the manger.
How can a six year old be sexualised?
Yet the perpetrator not be demonised?
No haven. I still was, a happy child. Despite it. ...
I don’t remember. Which particular
Incident tipped the feather?
Was it the first time I lost my voice?
Couldn’t say no to innocence lost.
Just 4 years, experienced on earth,
Violating hands, that gave me no choice.
No haven. I was still a happy child. Despite it.
Was it the second? No stranger danger..
Loved ones who calculate, to violate, the manger.
How can a six year old be sexualised?
Yet the perpetrator not be demonised?
No haven. I still was, a happy child. Despite it. ...
#courage
#abuse
#NaPoWriMo2020
549 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2020 5:28pm
27th Apr 2020 5:28pm
Speak Your Truth
The zip has bust right open, on my emotional baggage..
I’ll tell you all quite frankly, it’s a suspicious package.
It’s not conceivable to think that one could feel so many things!
The good, the bad, the ugly bag of other people’s sins.
My feels exploding violently, in every which direction,
Such violations crammed inside, fine art of repression.
I’ve always felt I had too many traumas for expressing
But, my brain can’t hold, so I explode, an therein lies the lesson.
Speak your truth.
I’ll tell you all quite frankly, it’s a suspicious package.
It’s not conceivable to think that one could feel so many things!
The good, the bad, the ugly bag of other people’s sins.
My feels exploding violently, in every which direction,
Such violations crammed inside, fine art of repression.
I’ve always felt I had too many traumas for expressing
But, my brain can’t hold, so I explode, an therein lies the lesson.
Speak your truth.
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2020
488 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 4:53pm
26th Apr 2020 4:53pm
No Succour
Gagging on silence.
Rammed down passages
meant for expression.
Vein bulges in vain;
Similes seemingly suffocate;
Adjectives Asphyxiate,
Shut down afore it articulates
Anything of meaning.
Half thoughts, brought forth,
Castrated. Mid expression.
Communication? Nought.
Lip taut, with repression.
Choking on word venom;
Berated like your less then.
Freedom of speech, you thought?
No succour. The lesson.
Rammed down passages
meant for expression.
Vein bulges in vain;
Similes seemingly suffocate;
Adjectives Asphyxiate,
Shut down afore it articulates
Anything of meaning.
Half thoughts, brought forth,
Castrated. Mid expression.
Communication? Nought.
Lip taut, with repression.
Choking on word venom;
Berated like your less then.
Freedom of speech, you thought?
No succour. The lesson.
#breakup
#DomesticViolence
#NaPoWriMo2020
620 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 11:40am
26th Apr 2020 11:40am
Moon Beam Insomniac
Mind cleaved, in two sites.
Never ending, fight or flight?
Corrosive fear, corrupting sight;
Moon full, no sleep tonight.
Stalking my rest,
Peeping through clouds,
Shining regret,
Beaming out loud!
Finally, sleep.
I find no peace;
Ravenous waits
the mouth of the beast!
Insatiable, slavering
Maw, swallows whole,
Scream out, vague slumber
“You can’t have my soul”
So I’ll ride on your beams
Till morning has come.
Best to take rest,
In the light of the Sun..
Never ending, fight or flight?
Corrosive fear, corrupting sight;
Moon full, no sleep tonight.
Stalking my rest,
Peeping through clouds,
Shining regret,
Beaming out loud!
Finally, sleep.
I find no peace;
Ravenous waits
the mouth of the beast!
Insatiable, slavering
Maw, swallows whole,
Scream out, vague slumber
“You can’t have my soul”
So I’ll ride on your beams
Till morning has come.
Best to take rest,
In the light of the Sun..
#anxiety
#insomnia
#NaPoWriMo2020
522 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 8:49pm
24th Apr 2020 8:49pm
Rhyme Free Zone
I’m trying to write a poem
That doesn’t have a rhyme
I find it really challenging
Am I just wasting .. energy
It doesn’t sit quite comfortably
I’m always rhyming verse
Napow to the death, my comfort.
Call the morgue, send a.. body bag
The rebellion in my mind
Just to complete this simple task
Is driving me quite bonkers
And is a real pain in my.. butt
I persevere, it’s .. obvious
defeat not in my nature
And though I twitch, I .. sow
These lines of, poetry? Together
Shit.
...
That doesn’t have a rhyme
I find it really challenging
Am I just wasting .. energy
It doesn’t sit quite comfortably
I’m always rhyming verse
Napow to the death, my comfort.
Call the morgue, send a.. body bag
The rebellion in my mind
Just to complete this simple task
Is driving me quite bonkers
And is a real pain in my.. butt
I persevere, it’s .. obvious
defeat not in my nature
And though I twitch, I .. sow
These lines of, poetry? Together
Shit.
...
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2020
551 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 8:37pm
24th Apr 2020 8:37pm
Bird Blues
Let me be that bird
Soaring in the blue.
Riding the backdrafts,
Instead of suffocating.
Free in mind,
As silken feathers
Upturned, rising to heights
Where the static fades
The Blue consumes.
Freedom is on the wing,
Far from home discomforts.
It’s hunting season.
I want to take flight
Over the horizon,
Till I’m nothing more;
A feather dancing on the breeze.
Soaring in the blue.
Riding the backdrafts,
Instead of suffocating.
Free in mind,
As silken feathers
Upturned, rising to heights
Where the static fades
The Blue consumes.
Freedom is on the wing,
Far from home discomforts.
It’s hunting season.
I want to take flight
Over the horizon,
Till I’m nothing more;
A feather dancing on the breeze.
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped #NaPoWriMo2020
#FeelingTrapped #NaPoWriMo2020
545 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 9:13pm
21st Apr 2020 9:13pm
Bars of the Bard
Nothing is either good or bad
But it is thinking that makes it so”
Bars of the Bard, resonate,
Kinetic energy flow.
The ripple is only a fleeting reaction
To the cycle underneath.
How you feel is just a perception,
Projection, to daily reality.
The problem is not a problem;
It’s a situation and response.
How you feel about it is the problem;
Your, emotional intelligence.
Feelin ‘bout thinkin
An thinkin ‘bout feelin..
Responding from places lacking in healing.
The bard hit me hard, with a lesson for life, ...
But it is thinking that makes it so”
Bars of the Bard, resonate,
Kinetic energy flow.
The ripple is only a fleeting reaction
To the cycle underneath.
How you feel is just a perception,
Projection, to daily reality.
The problem is not a problem;
It’s a situation and response.
How you feel about it is the problem;
Your, emotional intelligence.
Feelin ‘bout thinkin
An thinkin ‘bout feelin..
Responding from places lacking in healing.
The bard hit me hard, with a lesson for life, ...
#learning
#SelfDiscovery
#WilliamShakespeare
#healing
#NaPoWriMo2020
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 9:45pm
19th Apr 2020 9:45pm
Pause
Pause, this forever moment,
Let’s linger here awhile..
Fireflies, within your eyes,
Light the promise in your smile.
Time stops, upon your touch
Yet, races to destinations.
Submission? Just enough,
Staccato, rhythm, tasting.
Scent infused caresses,
Dew speckled in the sun.
Grasping, locked-in tresses,
Kneel before my one.
Manifesting magic.
Spelling soft on skin.
We stopped time, with mind,
Now its love in making.
Let’s linger here awhile..
Fireflies, within your eyes,
Light the promise in your smile.
Time stops, upon your touch
Yet, races to destinations.
Submission? Just enough,
Staccato, rhythm, tasting.
Scent infused caresses,
Dew speckled in the sun.
Grasping, locked-in tresses,
Kneel before my one.
Manifesting magic.
Spelling soft on skin.
We stopped time, with mind,
Now its love in making.
#sensual
#NaPoWriMo2020
825 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2020 9:27pm
19th Apr 2020 9:27pm
Blind
Eye no longer see
Rainbow, iridescent, auras.
Child like, lost belief
In all things made of magic.
Lips no longer taste,
Summers promised bounty.
Stays rotting on the vine, to waste.
Doesn't that seem tragic?
Hands no longer feel
Caresses, soul deep connections.
Hope, harshly, brought to heal,
Turns the mellow manic.
A tumultuous un-meeting of minds,
Wrath in the rendering;
As the entwined de-combine.
Darkness feeds the panic.
Rainbow, iridescent, auras.
Child like, lost belief
In all things made of magic.
Lips no longer taste,
Summers promised bounty.
Stays rotting on the vine, to waste.
Doesn't that seem tragic?
Hands no longer feel
Caresses, soul deep connections.
Hope, harshly, brought to heal,
Turns the mellow manic.
A tumultuous un-meeting of minds,
Wrath in the rendering;
As the entwined de-combine.
Darkness feeds the panic.
#breakup
#NaPoWriMo2020
819 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Apr 2020 11:08pm
18th Apr 2020 11:08pm
These Walls
The walls are getting closer now.
This broken sanctuary is shrinking.
Her will shoves weakly at the sides;
The second bottle slipping.
Caged, by careless hands
That crush without intention,
The bottle cracks against the pressure;
She weeps for the lost redemption.
There’s panic in the tightening
But, idling is far more frightening;
No enlightening in recycling.
Let go. Let them close.
This broken sanctuary is shrinking.
Her will shoves weakly at the sides;
The second bottle slipping.
Caged, by careless hands
That crush without intention,
The bottle cracks against the pressure;
She weeps for the lost redemption.
There’s panic in the tightening
But, idling is far more frightening;
No enlightening in recycling.
Let go. Let them close.
#depression
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2020 11:06pm
18th Apr 2020 11:06pm
Liar Liar Pants on Fire
It doesn’t matter what I do,
For you, it’s not enough.
You’ve taken an unhelpful view;
That I’m a ready kind of rough.
My word is never heard,
In whatever way expressed,
My intent? Always inferred
To some underhandedness,
Suspicion reigns, within your gaze,
So you turned your face away,
Disbelieve, my hearts ablaze
For you, each and every day.
Blind to my integral parts
You used to so admire..
Honesty, is all of me
But all you think is liar.
For you, it’s not enough.
You’ve taken an unhelpful view;
That I’m a ready kind of rough.
My word is never heard,
In whatever way expressed,
My intent? Always inferred
To some underhandedness,
Suspicion reigns, within your gaze,
So you turned your face away,
Disbelieve, my hearts ablaze
For you, each and every day.
Blind to my integral parts
You used to so admire..
Honesty, is all of me
But all you think is liar.
#breakup
#lies
#honesty #NaPoWriMo2020
#honesty #NaPoWriMo2020
442 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2020 9:42pm
14th Apr 2020 9:42pm
Neighbours
#homelessness
#addiction
#healing #NaPoWriMo2020
#healing #NaPoWriMo2020
448 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Brokenpoet2020 (BrokenPoetOfficial)
