Broken Poems
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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An angel in disguise
by Reem Khalaf
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
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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.
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Shreds of Innocence
by Daniel Nyamai
Written by Lynn Kebrown, posted under her request. (Fiction)
Lynn narrates ...
I could have never imagine he would do that to me. I was in my room dressing up just after showering. Lemmie take you back a bit,earlier that day I was at the farm on a supervisory duty where I ended up joining the casuals. So basically, I was really tired not to mention hungry and only a cold shower and a good meal could save me. I knew Tec wasn't at home since he had earlier mentioned that he was going to see his girlfriend so,definitely there was no food at home. Down the market I dragged myself and got a basket full of fruits and vegetables and headed home. It was dark, really dark.
I live in this mtaa where everybody knows everyone hence darkness gave me no chills,safety is guaranteed. I dropped the basket on the kitchen floor and hungrily grabbed a toast left on the plate over breakfast, that was good enough to get me showering. Past the corridors to the bathroom I went and took a quick one.
The front door opened and since only me and my brother Tec had the keys to the apartment, I did squeak so I continued dressing. With a loud bang, it was closed shortly. I have known Tec to be that guy who if he gets angry, everything and everyone around him will feel his wrath and anger. He is that one hot tempered dude who can do mass destruction within a minute so whenever he gets angry, distancing myself from him is what I know best. I didn't bother though, it was probably one of those days.
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Night Attack
by Maitrayan Bera
Nights have passed,
I still stay awake.
As life is true,
So it is fake.
Dark thoughts linger,
Thoughts that never end.
Thoughts that make you miserable,
Without even a word or a comment.
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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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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.
