Our eyes met. That was the moment. I knew what was going to happen and I was unable to stop it. Helpless. Weak, for letting myself feel it. There was a regret, an apology in those bright blue eyes. It didn’t do much good to me.
My heart was beating, my head was spinning. I held my breath and waited. Please don’t do it. Please don’t do it. Please don’t do this to me. Bright blue eyes turned away from me.
I stood, still hoping. Why was I hoping? Because I was too weak to let go, a voice whispered. Wrong. Because I left first. Won’t we ever stop suffering because of the mistakes we made once?
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
Congrats on completing your first poem for NaPo!! I could feel the suspense in the first stanza! I really like the consistency in the voice of the poem, as it makes the speaker/narrator come alive. The use of the sudden one-liners "Helpless" and "Wrong" also stood out and were impactful. Keep writing!
Hand in hand the two fears walk inseparable like a man with his vital organs, take over my dreams and turn them into nightmares. Rise from the shadowy corners in my mind.
They are everywhere and nowhere I can’t find them, they follow me I keep reaching out to grab them my fists close over empty air.
Hidden, primal instincts buried inside me, keep pushing to escape the sturdy walls I built around them of seething, scorching self-hate.
It was poured into me by society’s condemnation of the carnal desires my core is made up of.
It is solid now and will take a lifetime to melt.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
I crept up the stair case slowly looking for the door that would open up a dazzling array of colours for me, only to find the door was gone and there was ash there instead.
Among the ruins, I found charred, blackened remains of things I cared about. Things gone from my grip now. I felt a hot anger and a need to destroy the cause of all destruction.
I gripped the memories tightly in my hand, unable to let go. I would spend the rest of my time crying for the colors I could never see, the sounds I could never hear, the happiness I could never feel.
Holding the memories, my tears fell. They were washing the memories away. No. I clutched at them, but then it was too late.
I looked at the ash differently now. I no longer hated the fire. They were part of a natural order out of my control. Their beauty was in their unpredictability and turbulence.
I would see better colours, hear better sounds, and feel a different kind of happiness.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
The rain taps softly on my windowsill as it drizzles down, hitting the roads as a musical chime bringing hope. The flowers open up their petals to the faint sounds, the raindrops giving life the power to cope.
The drains in my street gurgle down the rainwater, preventing the over flooding of the town. When you hear the sound of delighted laughter, look and you’ll see children splashing the water around.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
ooooh i love the imagery in your poems, Isbah!! i could see the staircase and the ash and the rain against the windowsill in my mind's eye. all the sounds in your fifth poem were lovely to read as well! i love listening to the rain, and you perfectly captured all the joy that comes with rainy days excellent work so far!!
Ooh!! Your poetry is beautiful! The rhymes, the imagery and the line-breaks, it's so creative . Good luck with your poetry journey, I look forward to reading more! :]
my eyes half shut with pain, unable to see properly catch a glimpse of a dark half face, lips twisted in a half smile wrapped in the icy embrace of Malice the half lips open the hateful voice is loud and covers everything it is resounding in my head and in mine only it rises up it comes crashing down red talons gripping my heart in a painful clench ripping it apart first disecting it into four chambers then tearing down the muscle walls exterminating everything down to the 0.1 micrometer cells.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
why did no one listen to me? why did they all listen to you? what have you got that I haven't? is it that you're prettier than me? is it that you can connect with people while I can't? is it that you're HER daughter? is it that no one would dare cross HER? that's why im being wronged? because some people always have the upper hand? because no one would ever listen to my pleas over your commands? are some people just born lucky? because they're born more powerful? will the world always be run by them? will some people always walk and talk like the universe belongs to them? like they can do anything and there will be no consequences? because there is no justice left?
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist. ~ Pablo Picasso
. Good luck with your poetry journey, I look forward to reading more! :]
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