Introspection Poems
Unchanged
by K Louis
I listen to the same playlist
I did ten years ago
some songs have come
and gone
some may have been added
just like the people.
I have my twisted tea
in a lawn chair
and the palm trees wave
at me in the near distance
......
"A compass that points inward."
by Dylan Wu Rong
South lies this disturbed soul,
gazing high at the north star,
as the white ball rises at the east,
west receiving the descending red.
Trapped at the center of the maze,
holding a compass passed from generations,
searching for a side to take,
for a direction to head, for a pillar to lean against.
What sight lies ahead-
mirrors the confusion playing within,
......
Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
......
the shadows that i sleep with
by J K
i think it’s time
to set aside
the notion that i must.
devotion to a trust that i
should, could, or would
if just...
the notion that i am, i can't
i won't, will always be
the stories that i wrote and wove
......
Plight of the Poet
by Christopher Kolmen
Is brevity not the soul of wit
So why then dilute the words which we spit
Is it perchance some performative urge
Some selfish ambition to a little longer be heard
What cause do we have to slight our creations
If not entitlement to our meaningless station
Am I not but a jester who wears a tin crown
Yet speaks of it as gold with the hope that my mouth is not bound
Unchanged
by K Louis
I listen to the same playlist
I did ten years ago
some songs have come
and gone
some may have been added
just like the people.
I have my twisted tea
in a lawn chair
and the palm trees wave
at me in the near distance
......
"A compass that points inward."
by Dylan Wu Rong
South lies this disturbed soul,
gazing high at the north star,
as the white ball rises at the east,
west receiving the descending red.
Trapped at the center of the maze,
holding a compass passed from generations,
searching for a side to take,
for a direction to head, for a pillar to lean against.
What sight lies ahead-
mirrors the confusion playing within,
......
Isolation
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I
It is dawn.
Brother, rise.
Let us give vent to the rising sun, and with claps of the
Mind, welcome its waking ecstasy.
Distances prevail — measured on the sun’s distance
From the soils.
Ephemeral, morn; so we shall set forth early to lay
In our wake prevarications of morn’s trite.
......
Towards the Core of Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Away from pesky leeches and from
Broken, sad walls,
I strive towards the centre.
Voices are hidden from fallen, spavined horses,
And echoes draped in robes of
Mutiny fly past.
The centre retains the pith of silence.
Heart-murmurs celebrate the only known
......
Eyes of the Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.
Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
......
