Resilience Poems
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Continue readingReason with Me
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
We have come a long way —
you and I —
sauntering along paths of tales,
narrow, slippery, serpentine, endless.
We crouch at spider-ways,
through the fustiness of late-rising dawn,
feeling the rapid beats of a stolen heart and the
entanglement by an unending network of
webs and encroaching thorns.
Cockroach feelers we rely on to guide us
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Continue readingStrength in Ivory
by Iris Joye
Column of ivory, willowy yet strong, character unbent,
Hands folded, head bowed to heritage, numbers in dignity,
Red shades, grow under pressure, delivery uncompromised.
Don't Touch Me
by Kelly Meddles
Any man's touch is now tainted in my eyes;
Anytime it's proposed a piece of me dies.
A man's touch is something I no longer can trust;
This is something best left not discussed.
The fear in me is real, that much you must see;
The panic will rise, that I can guarantee.
Never again will under a hand I melt;
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Strength in Ivory
by Iris Joye
Column of ivory, willowy yet strong, character unbent,
Hands folded, head bowed to heritage, numbers in dignity,
Red shades, grow under pressure, delivery uncompromised.
Don't Touch Me
by Kelly Meddles
Any man's touch is now tainted in my eyes;
Anytime it's proposed a piece of me dies.
A man's touch is something I no longer can trust;
This is something best left not discussed.
The fear in me is real, that much you must see;
The panic will rise, that I can guarantee.
Never again will under a hand I melt;
......
Reason with Me
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
We have come a long way —
you and I —
sauntering along paths of tales,
narrow, slippery, serpentine, endless.
We crouch at spider-ways,
through the fustiness of late-rising dawn,
feeling the rapid beats of a stolen heart and the
entanglement by an unending network of
webs and encroaching thorns.
Cockroach feelers we rely on to guide us
......
Parole
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Let me state here, in this wintry oubliette,
with its chains, gyves and manacles,
and with its parlous existence of
strain, stress and red agony,
that I shall make no attempt to escape,
but shall go only when I am released.
Cryptogam
by Jancen Sumalinog
In shadowed hollows where sunrays belay,
There I live—a seedless form that's clinging.
No scent embellishes my cold display.
Though in quietude, my soul's still singing.
My deep yearning in this gentle despair—
To bloom like a wild and fragrant flower,
To feel the sun's kiss and the placid air,
And bask in nature's resplendent shower.
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