Contentment Poems
Prison
by Shira Yovel
Static. Elongated. Loud. Present. Clear.
Piercing. Slow. Sharp.
An existence.
Stuck in the middle of nothing.
Nothing being the space
......
Apparent
by Brady Stewart
I was there when they found him
Alive, barely inching across the concrete
he needed to go
Yes
He needed to go.
He needed a fact functioning friend
To dismiss, allieve,
Align with the lust for damnation.
To damn your dearest creation
However
......
I was lended
by Barry Howarth
I was lended to this world
amongst the smoke and things
that break.
nevertheless, I love the bloom of
what might bless me tomorrow.
though I try and stay out of the way
of these things,
they happen and come to me like a
smile attracted to a clown- or the
......
SONNET XI – The Prayer
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I've seen losers win the race,
I've seen weak ones keep the pace.
I've seen longer shots from way behind,
I've sought a voluble and a voluble was nowhere found.
I made promises, broke them all.
I made golden towers, and I watched them fall.
I made Caesar mine, I made tons of gold.
I sought my book and found my story was never told.
......
Honey
by Barry Howarth
The color of
honey
resides here next to
the reflection of the fire.
Leaves have fallen, the
bones revealing naked trees,
Our hearts move
inside warming
......
Apparent
by Brady Stewart
I was there when they found him
Alive, barely inching across the concrete
he needed to go
Yes
He needed to go.
He needed a fact functioning friend
To dismiss, allieve,
Align with the lust for damnation.
To damn your dearest creation
However
......
Happiness
by Sharon Morgan
I have chosen you because you are popular
You are the one for whom we strive
But often, you will prove to be elusive when
life decides to take its nosedive
I have always loved you; others love you too
It is how you lift the spirit
Pumping joy into the heart
It is your presence that brings contentment
To perfection, you display your fine art
......
SONNET XI – The Prayer
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I've seen losers win the race,
I've seen weak ones keep the pace.
I've seen longer shots from way behind,
I've sought a voluble and a voluble was nowhere found.
I made promises, broke them all.
I made golden towers, and I watched them fall.
I made Caesar mine, I made tons of gold.
I sought my book and found my story was never told.
......
Honey
by Barry Howarth
The color of
honey
resides here next to
the reflection of the fire.
Leaves have fallen, the
bones revealing naked trees,
Our hearts move
inside warming
......
I was lended
by Barry Howarth
I was lended to this world
amongst the smoke and things
that break.
nevertheless, I love the bloom of
what might bless me tomorrow.
though I try and stay out of the way
of these things,
they happen and come to me like a
smile attracted to a clown- or the
......
