Cloud of Pain

the thing about sadness is
it’s like a thick rain cloud
clogged inside your throat
blocking your breath,
your words,
even your screams.
you want to melt it,
get rid of it,
but it becomes bigger and bigger
choking you further and further.

but the thing about sadness is
when you finally surrender and bask
on its harsh downpour,
its painful drops
will help you grow,
will help you rise,
will help you heal, until
the suffocating cloud
finally bowed, finally bowed.

and the thing about sadness
being a dark rain cloud is it’s
living in a fading permanence.
it will pass.
it will fade.

but you, you are the sometimes defeated
yet always fighting sun.
you will rise again and again,
until no cloud of pain remains.
until no cloud of pain remains.

P.S. This is the poem I mentioned to you, Ameena. 🙂

05.06.2017
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In response to Poetics: Poems that could save your life by kim881.
The challenge is to write a poem to save someone’s life on one of the following themes:
apologies  –  bad hair day  –  bereavement  –  big decision  –  birthday blues  –  career crisis  –  commitment problems  –  divorce  –  does my bottom look big in this?  –  don’t let the bastards get you down  –  first date  –  first wrinkle  –  friendship  –  getting married  – hangover  –  illness  –  insomnia  –  is this relationship going anywhere?  –  is this the real thing?  –  Monday morning  –  money worries  –  moving house  –  parenthood  –  playing away  –  retail therapy  –  rock bottom  –  stressed out  – successfully single  –  when your lover has gone
dverse

 

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Clarion Call

Clarion Call (Inspired by Pain Told Love by Tribe Society)

She turned her excruciating pain
into a clear clarion call
to love, accept, embrace herself more.

10.25.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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Dalliance

Dalliance (Inspired by Meaning by Gavin DeGraw)

The ending of our dalliance
gave my life a deeper meaning.
This throbbing, beating ache
confirms pain is part of living.

10.25.2016
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In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly.❤

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When My Demons Win

Tonight I will let my demons win. Go envy, speak yourself.

Ask why among my friends I have the lowest almost minimum-wage salary. Why it’s easy to increase theirs, but hard for me. I only want to provide for my family, to buy my mom some groceries, while my friends mostly spend their money on luxuries.

Ask why the most demanding but almost lowest paying account was given to me, while the new three clients were given to my co-worker. Why new opportunities are given to her, while my brain aches in my corner. Why while I am prompt and driven, no favor to me was given?

Tonight I will let my demons win. Go insecurity speak yourself.

Ask why my pimples won’t stop growing. He knows I have no money to buy clearing skin products, yet He lets me get uglier. Ask why I can’t lost weight. Even when I’m starving myself.

Tonight I will let my demons win. Go frustration, speak yourself.

Ask why does my sister fail a subject? He knows my meagre salary can barely save for her tuition but He let her fail and take summer class. It cost me more money, and her scholarship. Now I have to save more though I will not get more.

Tonight I will let my demons win. Go selfishness speak yourself.

Ask why is it easy for me to buy my siblings and parents’ clothes and shoes while my office wear are mostly my rich aunt’s hand-me-down blouse and skirts? Why can’t I buy books I wanted to read but easily purchase treats for my sibs? Why can’t I satisfy my wants even though I provide for my family’s needs?

Tonight I will let my demons win. Tonight I will let my tears fall. To defeat my demons I should let them out. To clear my eyes I should let my tears go.

Tonight I will let depression in. Tomorrow I’ll believe again.

Tonight I will let my demons win. Tomorrow I will defeat them again.

Scarred Heart: A Sonnet*

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This is the first sonnet I have written on my own and yes, I am nervous. (Forgive me if I did not observe the required iambic pentameter!)

Scarred Heart: A Sonnet*

My heart is a pristine, clean, plain canvass,
so white and pure, innocently demure.
It beats in bliss, sometimes slow, sometimes fast
always full, always sure, never impure.
Like a blossoming bloom it smells so sweet,
brought by nectar– its fragrant honey flesh.
Then like a buzzing bee looking for treats,
you suck hungrily ‘till I’m left a mess.
My heart’s once bright petals started to wilt,
as the ghost of your love tears up my leaves.
Promises uttered broken without guilt,
stems wreaked havoc, buried in dark deep eve.
When will my scarred heart bloom and beat again?
Please tell me, scars won’t forever remain.

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In response to Daily Post: Scars and Napowrimo Day 23. (yes, I’m catching up! :D)

 

Today, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion.

*Sonnet

All sonnets should be:

  • a lyrical meditation. The sonnet should sing.
  • usually composed with themes of love, spirituality, nature, sorrow or celebration.
  • a quatorzain , (a poem in 14 lines).
  • metric. In English, the sonnet is primarily written in iambic pentameter.
  • rhymed. The rhyme scheme is one of the features that identify the individual sonnets. (The Unrhymed and Blank sonnets by name deliberately lack rhyme which technically would be a nonce unrhymed scheme.) See the Sonnet Comparison Chart.
  • written with question-answer or conflict-resolution structure.
  • composed with a turn or change in tone. It is the positioning of this pivot or volta that is also a defining feature of sonnet.

Read more of my Napowrimo 2016 poems here!

 

Always

It has
always
been you.

The hands
I want
to hold,
the arms where
I want
to fold.

The face
I want
to look,
the voice that
I’ve been
hooked.

It has
always
been
you.

The eyes
blind enough
to see
my tears,
the ears
deaf enough
to hear
my fears.

The cold
heart,
I can’t
unlove,
the bitter
sweet mem’ry
I can’t
give up.

Yes, it has
always
been
you.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

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