Broken Poems
Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
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Ashen Silence
by Spark Carter-Ray
In shadows deep where silence weaves,
A heart once warm now softly grieves.
Beneath the weight of a heavy night,
Hope flickers dimly, just out of sight.
Cold whispers echo in my hollow chest,
Where joy once danced and light found rest.
The colors fade to ashen gray,
In the mirror's eyes—what’s left to say?
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Slipping
by Miranda White
Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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Broken and Gone
by Sandra Gowin
Do you ever wonder what’s it really like?
You know feeling like you’re always in the dark.
You go through life
desperately avoiding cuts from a knife.
Of course, you fail.
Grasping for air you once inhaled.
It’s like you’re stuck in time
You think ‘was anything ever mine?’
The emptiness inside you grows stronger
Till you cannot take it any longer
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How I Feel
by Hailey Denton
This isn't poetry.
This is me.
Just another broken human
trying to find solace
within these broken words.
When everything in my life
only seems to exist
to remind me of you,
of all the times
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Ashen Silence
by Spark Carter-Ray
In shadows deep where silence weaves,
A heart once warm now softly grieves.
Beneath the weight of a heavy night,
Hope flickers dimly, just out of sight.
Cold whispers echo in my hollow chest,
Where joy once danced and light found rest.
The colors fade to ashen gray,
In the mirror's eyes—what’s left to say?
......
Slipping
by Miranda White
Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
......
A Dreadful Embrace.
by Hari Krishnan B V
Arousing horridly hatred breeds aching sorrowful grief,
Words massacred every breath down the diaphragm.
Eyes plunge stinging tears down the bloodshot sclera,
Frigid fills with your muffled cries of mellifluous voice.
Limbs turning numb sans hurling hazardous venom,
Crawling to her like a microbe searching its genome.
Our deafening cries engulfed the infirmary chamber,
Overwhelming with misery, weeping angels flew apart.
She gushed blood for in love, hidden spirits envied us,
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Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
......
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
