Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Uncategorized, Woman's Poetry

Poem: So They May See It

See

I have found a way

to cloud my tears

and yet exist

in the unpleasantness

of this decade,

while wagging tongues

wade the distant rivers

waging wars of rhetoric.

I shall only hear

the sound of nature’s voice,

reciting the eternal pages

of her boundless poetry.

Were it a blue reaching sky,

a crimson glow across the horizon,

or the flight of a distant dove,

it does not matter.

My heart whispers

in soaring, rhythmic phrases

that traipse across this gentle landscape

rhyme rolling off of the tongue

like nectar dripping from honeysuckle

its slow descent

intensifies the pleasure,

but still, what have I wrought from this –

unending bliss in a world of my own making?

For what makes me complete

what makes me whole…

is the heart with which beats beneath my breast.

No matter the pain, the hidden scars, the tears wept,

I must listen with good intent

for hidden behind the recesses of this existence,

beauty has gently laid her head

between the sleeping forms

of those who need compassion.

Were I to find it there, I would be blessed

but ever so much more, should I open their eyes

so they can see it.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Historical Portrait Poetry, Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

My Damn Powerless Hands

Hands

 

It is hard

when you don’t know

where you are going.

And where

you have been,

is fading fast

for the ties that bind us –

barely lie past

the wounds we carry…

 

There has been loss

there is loss

there is more loss

than anyone can ever imagine

and though my heart still beats,

it is not the same.

 

What horrors

Have crossed my path

And what pangs of hunger

Suffering and mistreatment

Has my child had to witness?

My hands to hold

The only things left –

To help him feel safe

In a world that cares not

Our fate,

And even there –

I am powerless.

 

The sun may rise tomorrow

for some,

hovering in all her beauty

above the horizon

I’ve seen such beauty once,

but I can no longer bear to see it.

 

For everything I have lost –

I once held

in my two hands

and their emptiness shatters

the silence of my days.

 

Were I to mourn?

Who would listen?

Were I to cry out injustice

Who would speak for me?

I am but a lone voice

In a wilderness

That has been given

Me no chance

To right the wrongs

That I have borne.

 

Go back, they say

Yet where shall I turn to?

My weary child

Begs for safety

And though I am capable,

I have been prevented

From giving him a home.

 

And though I have travelled miles

Through sweat, hardship and tears

There is nothing left to fight for

As they carry my child away,

Arms flailing,

Crying out my name –

And my powerless hands

My damn powerless hands

Can do nothing.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

A similar poem was written by me in 2016 about Syrian refugees.  The story keeps being retold, and nothing has been learned.  Incredibly sad time we live in.

 

Image: Courtesy of Pexels.com

 

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Historical Portrait Poetry, Poetry, Poetry from the News, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

Building Walls, a poem

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You assumed

I was not strong enough

You assumed

I laid bare my heart-

And found unworthy,

I’d slink my way

Into the shadows

Unseen

Unknown

Unheard of.

Yet the traces

Of my existence

That you found so

Bereft of meaning

Barely scraped the surface.

You knew not my tears,

Nor their circumstance

You could not bare

The pangs within my heart

The longing reach for meaning

The painful truths of uncertain beginnings

Nor the iron will to make a difference

No matter if anyone cared.

I will not relinquish my right to exist.

You continue to sneer the truths

Of your unfortunate stance

Shout names into the streets

Tear apart, with your own assumptions,

The very decency of the fabric of my heart

And though I should be angry,

I shall let all the rage fall within your lap

Refuse to give home to your aversion

And allow the labels to fall by the wayside

Unseen

Unknown

And unnoticed.

For I know,

No matter which eye you see me with,

It shall always be tainted

By your own disgust.

You underestimate

The breaths

Which give birth to kindness

The hand, held out,

Believing another worthy

The power

Of different stories

Interwoven into a new narrative

And the difference

We could make,

Were we only working together

Instead of building walls.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: assumption

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Poetry, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry, Word Prompt

With Friends Like These, a poem

friends

 

 

 

She did not

Believe

Their thin excuses

The well-meant

Courtesies

Of “Hello darling!

My, how we’ve missed you!”

Yet never

Was it an

Opportune time

To be cordial afterward.

The words were flung

In the silence

Of passing moments

When etiquette requires

Something be spoken

But obviously

Never meant.

After all these years,

She wonders,

Truly,

Do they expect me

To believe

their simple words

and drown out

the maddening noise

of their conduct?

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: thin

Posted in Daily Post Prompt, Free Verse Poetry, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Word Prompt

Skewed, a poem

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Nature desires

Clear vision

Open with wonder

Awake

And alive

No determined lines

No prescribed interpretation

Intentionally aware.

Yet along the passages

Of experience,

We learn

To skew our view.

Beauty is defined

Delineated

Proscribed

All else fails

To interest.

Like ants

Scurrying

Toward a meal –

We have no time

To notice

The harm

And we rush

To scrape

To mold

To angle our curves

To please,

Leaving all else

On the cutting room floor.

The earth exhales

An exhausted breath

As we overlook

The capacity of ourselves

And everything else

Upon her canvas.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for the Daily Post Prompt: skewed

Fabulous image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

Posted in Flowers, Free Verse Poetry, Love Poems, Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Poetry Based on Photos, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Clothe You in My Shadow, a poem

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I want to

Lean with you

In the silent

Passage of time,

Wrap my meaning

Beneath the reflection

Of your ways

I long to echo

The constant

Beating

Of your heart

And hold you close…

Hold you close….

Colors

Mean nothing

Without the touch

Of your soul

And sunshine

Shall warm me not

Without your

Affectionate heart.

Together –

Seek with me

A summer’s morning

Where we linger

Over dew drenched kisses

Speak with me

The fragrant language

Of blossoming sunsets

Petalled sunrises

And promises kept…

Promises kept…

For I shall clothe you

In my shadow

For safe-keeping,

But illuminate

Your beauty

In my song.

 

© Sumyanna 2018