Survival Poems
Barefoot on shattered glass
by Mario Odekerken
I keep walking.
Not because I'm brave-
because I don't know where else to go.
The floor cuts deep.
Thin lines open,
quiet red truths rising to the surface.
Every step says:stop.
Bij I don't.
......
We Are The Weed People
by Jim Kelly
We Are The Weed People
We are the weeds—
rooted deep in resilience.
Dropped here from distant lands,
we rise,
storm after storm,
spirit ever higher.
......
Whispers of ghosts
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
I've worn the weight of the world on my shoulders,
sustained by a lifetime of wounds,
inflicted by others,
but mostly by myself.
The ghosts of my past—
my father, my stepmother—
they etched their voices into my mind,
a relentless echo,
whispering lies that I'm not enough,
that love was something I’d never deserve.
......
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
......
Fit Covid-19
by Stewart Watkins
Pushups and planks
Now armpits stank.
Roping and jumping
Outdoors I'm loving
Kicking and punching
Tension and stress I'm releasing
Netflix on house arrest
......
Vallen in water
by Mario Odekerken
Een misstap
niet groot,maar genoeg.
De oever verdwijnt
en het koude oppervlak opent zich
zonder waarschuwing.
Het water is geen vijand
maar het maakt alles zwaar
het tilt de fouten op
......
The Unseen Toll
by Aditi Hayaran
I'm not lazy;
I'm just tired,
Just figuring out
What months of pain rewired.
"You're healed," everyone says,
When I'm surviving each day
with constant malaise.
I don't have energy like you do;
Let me rest longer, for an hour or two.
The time stolen from my teenage,
......
I walked this road with fire in my hands
by Mario Odekerken
I walked this road with fire in my hands.
Not as a threat,
but as a memory of the spark
that once lit the sky inside me.
Each step scorches softly-
the earth remembers
where passion has passed.
I carry no map.
......
We Are The Weed People
by Jim Kelly
We Are The Weed People
We are the weeds—
rooted deep in resilience.
Dropped here from distant lands,
we rise,
storm after storm,
spirit ever higher.
......
Barefoot on shattered glass
by Mario Odekerken
I keep walking.
Not because I'm brave-
because I don't know where else to go.
The floor cuts deep.
Thin lines open,
quiet red truths rising to the surface.
Every step says:stop.
Bij I don't.
......
