Seeing without looking
Hearing without listening
Being without being alive
It’s time you take a stand
Don’t let life go by leaving you here still as a starfish
Take action
Make movement
Learn to be alive.
Go Vote
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Sneeze.
I miss you
Sneeze
I want you
Sneeze
But I refuse to break first
I rather end a chapter before I open a book
Then open it and have you tear my pages out
But I miss you
Sneeze
I want you
Fear runs through my blood
The possibility of not seeking each other
Your hand failing to reach my own
Sneeze
Cough
Ugh
I want you
I miss you
Knowledge.
Education is power
I mean that’s what they say
But it took me a little while to realize that train of thought is here to stay
Events in our world today, fighting for equality, dealing with police brutality
Being ignorance isn’t bliss
It’s a big miss
No one can take that education from you
What you learned in schools, on the streets, wherever is here to stay
Education is power and we will use it to fight to get our way
Weak
Weak
In terms of strength
Physical, mentally and emotionally
But stay standing tall
Disappointment
Not living up to the expectations from the generations before them
But still pushing forward
Strengthening your mind
Strengthening your heart
Keep going
Don’t give up
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Social Media Image.
To eat or not to eat, that is the query
To fit into the model image
The struggles of losing a huge amount of weight in a short period of time
The pressure from the media, from your peers
To have someone say you are pretty for a fat girl
To be tired of reaching down and on the edge of ripping your soul from your seams
To not care about the side effects as long as you can comfortably wear the latest trends
Being confident while feeling sick
To be on the highway of a fast dream but not being able to survive once you reach the exit
My dear to eat or not to eat, that is the query
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This was inspired by an anonymous submission to my word prompt link. If you haven’t checked it out yourself please feel free to Submit Writing Prompts it can be whatever you want and I will write about it!
Thank you to the person that submitted ”To be or not to be” and I hope you enjoyed my twist on it dealing with it. Also I hope the message within the poem is touched and reached by others. It is something I personally struggled with in my life journey. Feel free to leave a comment and a like. Thanks again 🙂
Winter Haiku
Bitter cold, snow falls
Snuggle up with warm blanket
Snowflake transparent
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Inspired to write a Haiku by Burning Poems who can be found by clicking this link! Beautiful work:
Blow Me.
Dry mouth
Air from you is needed
Running my tongue across my dry lips
Dry and peeling
Desperately need your breath
Just blow across my face
Awaken my inner eye
The clarity you give me is my cure
An illness in which you heal and make me sicker in every moment
So addictive
My poor dry mouth
Tick Tock
Counting without a purpose
Sounds a bit crazy
Feeling a bit worthless is just a phase see
Others quick to judge
But no one takes the time to
Dig deep but without doing too much
Drip drip
Running down a warm arm
Marks and bruises left for evidence
But no one cares enough to see it as relevant
Cry for attention?
More like a cry for redemption
Why did God make me like this?
Why am I never happy with this?
Splatter splatter what a mess
I am counting without a purpose
Yellow
Bright
Happiness
Warmth
Feminine
Sunny
Scent of sweet honey
It reminds me of
Eye catching signs and being
Dressed to the nines
Noticeable on teeth
Don’t want to see it on your feet
Signs of going slow
The feeling of being high and not low
Easy going
Carefree
Humble and all around fun
Butter and egg yolks
And being good to your folks
That’s what yellow means to me
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New series of color poems coming! Any feedback or picks on what color to do next let me know in a comment 🙂
Faded to black
The pain the screams
Your hand leaving mine
All the months gone with
A simple line
Faded to black
Promises made broken
Yelling and screams but still so many words left unspoken
Faded to black
Your mom still calls mine
Not too sure yet if that’s fine
Daily conversations between us
Went to blank stares and deleting
How fast we can all just be
Faded to black
Poetry in Space by Kiki 