Survival Poems
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
......
"A flame that burns underwater."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
Telegram
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Terse messages with yellowness of
Thunder, numbed by ceremonies of
Eclipse,
This day of Death!
From across the seven seas,
It fluttered with wings of
Decrepit seasons.
The page was ill
......
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 thought without thinking
by Sisekelo & Lindelwa Simelane & Manana
I held on to your sweet little nothings, convinced myself there was forever in nothing in particular. your smile had me going and you laid out a bed of thorns covered in roses, your every word became a safe harbour in the storm, i held on to your warmth, told my heart it was from the yearning of your soul for us. i thought i had you. i told happy y'all look alike, thought maybe you were joy's long lost brother. i fed myself painted pictures of love that your arms led me to postulate and within the blink of an eye i poured out the very bit i had left, i thought i had the fairytale ending figured out. i thought without thinking, i figured that out when you left.
I held you without having never touched you before, I controlled your emotions having never seen you cry, I broke your heart having never heard it beat, I bruised your dignity with a mere look, I undressed you with a crude smile, I shaved your beautiful hair with my razor like words. I remember holding you to the wall, my breath penetrating your pores as the hairs at the back of your head stood as of looking to give me a standing ovation. I remember how you tried to stop me with a sweet trembling falsetto as though it were your last breath, I could feel my fingerprints bite into your melanin skin, in the same effort I felt your skin fight back my palms. As I came closer I could feel your sweat flow down like the Victoria Falls but my privilege told me that was your way if inviting me to swim. In hindsight I realise that I did all this thinking I'd put enough thought to it only to find out that when I was done with you I'd look at you and see the horrid work of misguided masculinity hidden under the shade of privilege. I guess I played myself.
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
......
"A flame that burns underwater."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Above them, the tides rise,
reaching high into the heavenly skies,
and they fall-
falling deep enough to reach the land of souls.
Yet, beneath them all-
beneath this magnificent play,
lies another story,
a single shot, encapsulating the minds of the few.
The cherry blossom has stood bare,
birds of north nest in the far south,
......
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
......
Telegram
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Terse messages with yellowness of
Thunder, numbed by ceremonies of
Eclipse,
This day of Death!
From across the seven seas,
It fluttered with wings of
Decrepit seasons.
The page was ill
......
