Resilience Poems
I am
by Graham Ereks
I am the silent loudness in my commune
I am the goated sheep with a voice like a cacophonous tune,
I am the ambitious lad with no room,
Embraced by kwashiorkor, now I'm like a crooked broom.
I am the speaker loaded with a silent scream,
I am my mother's son with a big, fat, burgeoning dream
Let me not be the stationary aqua, let me not be stagnant
Stardom on my mind, indeed I have a dream pregnant.
......
Haiku: Dandelions
by Monica Ellis
immortal dandelions
extending through cracks
indestructible
Mr. Tree
by Rohan Dhulipalla
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
......
Wilted Sunflower
by Prachi Sheoran
On the verge of death, a mighty star,
Conceived a delicate flower.
Dainty, pure, and bright,
Her soul alit by the last light.
Left in a field both radiant and vile,
She bloomed eternal but servile.
A little droopy, a little broke, and plenty shunned,
......
Imprint
by Fiona Gillman
Blown about as leaves from some forgotten plant;
Lives lived between gusts.
Cast as seeds beneath shadows of finely-tended orchids
From whose chiffon petals dewdrops slip.
At times such seeds burst into stunning, sturdy green things;
Tendrils winding, tender offshoots issuing forth thorns of portent;
Where spires of amsonia, petunia, and strelitzia there burgeoned,
It yielded a final bouquet.
For Shylah G. Anderson and Fred D. Bax
......
Wilted Sunflower
by Prachi Sheoran
On the verge of death, a mighty star,
Conceived a delicate flower.
Dainty, pure, and bright,
Her soul alit by the last light.
Left in a field both radiant and vile,
She bloomed eternal but servile.
A little droopy, a little broke, and plenty shunned,
......
I just forget
by Sonja D.
I know my strength
I just forget
My endless walk
Through valleys of fire
Loss of unborn lives, lovers, friends.
I know my worth
I just forget
My treacherous journey
Through mountains of ice
......
Mr. Tree
by Rohan Dhulipalla
the sakura tree
in the dusty ol’ dark corner of the failing shop,
(although the owner would beg to disagree)
priced at $7.95
with a cardboard sign fastened with white cable ties
reading “UNLIKELY TO STAY ALIVE”
it appears that it was trying to expand,
to spread its branches,
but expansions weren’t in demand
......
I am
by Graham Ereks
I am the silent loudness in my commune
I am the goated sheep with a voice like a cacophonous tune,
I am the ambitious lad with no room,
Embraced by kwashiorkor, now I'm like a crooked broom.
I am the speaker loaded with a silent scream,
I am my mother's son with a big, fat, burgeoning dream
Let me not be the stationary aqua, let me not be stagnant
Stardom on my mind, indeed I have a dream pregnant.
......
How Will You Stop My Madness To Search Moon In Dark Moonless Night?
by ashutosh kumar upadhyay
**English translation of the Hindi poem (given at end) : **
**Close.... all..... the.... doors, ..... close..... all...... the....... windows.**
**But......... how....... will......... you.......... stop.......... my....... m..a..d..n..e..s..s, O world, O trouble? **
**When the obstacles were small, **
**I made small hopes.**
**This habit has become such now, **
**I see hope in every despair.**
......
