Post-weekend Poetry 133: Deepest Loss by Mirha Saleem

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-third poem in this series. This week’s piece is by seventh-grader Mirha Saleem.

Deepest Loss by Mirha Saleem

girls sledging 945650I knew when I first saw her she looked like another me,

But yet so jolly and so carefree,

Whereas I was quite serious and scholarly,

I don’t know how it started but our bond grew strong,

I knew this was the place where I belong,

Years passed by and our friendship reached to the extreme,

But now it looks like a lost daydream.

 

Someone came and interrupted my life,

The agony was fiercer than being stabbed by a knife,

Watching her gradually going away from me,

After that everything happened so quickly,

How would you feel losing a best friend?

 

Too late for the mistakes to amend,

Every time I see her, my heart breaks apart,

No words to explain the emotions of my heart,

Now that she’s away it brings tears to my eyes,

How long can I keep myself in disguise?

 

Seeing her with someone else the way we used to be,

From this discomfort will I ever be free,

After all our years together is that the reward I get,

This worry follows me everywhere like a threat,

I wish I had known what trust would lead to,

I wish someone had given me a clue,

I learned not to trust anyone entirely,

For the pain to resist cannot be conquered easily.

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I asked Mirha what prompted this piece and she said…

I love poetry and the poem I am sending you is mainly about my own experience (as I believe that a best piece of writing is the one the author has experienced). This poem is actually about trust.

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Mirha is in the seventh grade at school. Wasn’t her poem great! Thank you, Mirha.

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Post-weekend Poetry 132: Tinsel by Allyson Salmon

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-second poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Allyson Salmon.

Tinsel

tinsel 996522Tinsel now aglow

In light from fireplace warm

Stockings wait just so

Nature’s winter face

Sparkles and decorates trees

Bright with winter sun

Christmas shopping now

Time to run off both our feet

Bliss when all is done

Nearly home, coffee

Peace and quiet from shopping

Put my feet up now

Turkey pink and plump

Pop it in the oven soon

Peel sprouts, peas and spuds

That’s it, it’s done, just enjoy the fun

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You can probably guess the inspiration, but I asked Allyson what prompted this piece and she said…

I was sorting out the decorations, drinking coffee and resting my feet after shopping. It was the bliss that inspired me!

Thank you, Allyson. It makes me feel far more festive than I was before now.

Allyson Salmon as had three poems published by United Press including one in their National Poetry Anthology 2015. She has also had a poem published in The People’s Friend. Allyson is married with one grown-up daughter.

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Post-weekend Poetry 131: Virtuous Circle by Allyson Salmon

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-first poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Allyson Salmon.

Virtuous Circle

earth 595379We come from the earth

We return to the earth

Earth is our body

Earth our soul

Earth sustains us

Earth supports us

Respect the earth

Support the earth

Nourish the earth

Cherish the earth

And

Earth will nourish

Earth will support

Us

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I asked Allyson what prompted this piece and she said…

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Post-weekend Poetry 130: Saudade by Samantha Connolly

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirtieth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Connolly.

Saudade

library 654616The ground floor windows are reminiscent of the library

Where they met.

Should be a reason not to choose the place –

should be.

And yet…

 

The same dark stained wood and mosaic tile around the glass

‘Bela’, you used to say as you ran your finger along the grain.

 

The day outside is splashed with water,

crystal clear and cold and dripping.

Dew still on the grass and leaves

No breeze.

Bright, high sun.

It stirs something inside her.

A dull grey falls on the hush of the house.

She hears their laughter.

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Post-weekend Poetry 129: Living by Gboyero Felix

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-ninth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Gboyero Felix.

Living

fun 921534Uncertainty as it’s defined

Warlock in its dismay

Living seems odd all the day

Just as the beautiful lady experiences senescence

It’s started well at dawn

But flux on noon day

Waxed further to disdain night

All seems not worthy to live for

But living we shall live it

A question yet define is living….

Its authenticity gurps as a chameleon…

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Post-weekend Poetry 128: A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine by Samantha Wilcox

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-eighth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Wilcox.

A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine

frozen heart 898289A frozen heart that could be mine

I don’t look

So I don’t find

Sodden trampled leaves beneath me

Slick brown glistening branches beat me

Fast of tread as wind whips chest

Seeking out what isn’t there to take

Buried deep amongst the tissues, vessels,

Bloody secrets twisted, nestled

A shout behind me in the dark

My name, his voice a question mark

I tried. Time and again, I tried

Slow as moments lost at sea

Fast as lifetimes unseen pass

The flow of warmth was chilled to ice

As broken arteries perhaps. I tried

I could not love you

I cannot love. Too tired to try again

A frozen heart that could be mine?

But nothing answers me this time around

And so the ground

Awaits me.

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I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…

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