Children in West Bank...
Children of Gaza
One war and one day
The children in Gaza
They say the word
"War"
First
And after they say
Mom
Childrens in Gaza
They are all tattoo their names in their arms
Because a day is too short
And maybe until the end of night
They will become Angels
There is a whole world in the
West Bank
A kindergarten that bad dragons attack for a long time ago
Nobody helps
Nobody support
Nobody cares
The blood is cooling everywhere in Gaza
In the school
In the streets
Where the childrens supposed to play and laugh
Bombs have destroy the houses
Children in Gaza
are born heroes
from their mother's belly
Children in Gaza
They fight since they are born
Do not dare close your eyes
In this unfair reality
Don't close your eyes in this genocide
Stand up for the children of
Gaza
Happy birthday
Ahmed
Happy birthday
Mohamed
How old are you?
I am a year of war and one day
And you?
I am 2 years of war and 3 days
Let's celebrate this special day, My brother and sister
Tomorrow the war will divide us
Childrens with no eyes
No legs
No ears
No smile
No faces
Childrens of Gaza
Innocent childrens
in sacred earth
That they sacrifice
To Evil
Prayers for childrens of Gaza
Prayers to stop this madness
Prayers to stop this genocide
Stop the blood of innocent children
I Never Saw this Coming
When I looked into your eyes, I saw myself in you, like a mirror
I shake my head because my feelings are hard to explain
I never want to live in a world where you aren't beside me
We are like puzzle pieces that only fit together... heart and soul
We stumbled upon each other when our roads crossed
You with a broken heart and me trying to find where I belonged
We connected so easily and I can't imagine life without you
My soul is now attached to yours, and I no longer miss mine
Your heart is now big enough to hold both of us with one beat
I have become like the shadow you see as you walk in the sun
I hope when you look in my eyes, you will now see yourself.
But I must confess, I never saw this coming...
Your Sweetest Dream
I pretend to not see you look my way
I sigh because the love you have for me is so deep.
You take my breath away when you come towards me
My love for you only grows and I can't imagine myself
ever being without you...
"Always take me with you"
I long for you to always drown my life with your love
There is nothing you can give me that is worth more than that
I never fear what is in our future, whether joy or sorrow.
As long as we do it together is all that matters to me...
"Never leave"
I pray you will always love me as your Sweetest Dream...
"Hold me closer" ❤
Where Silence Ends
We stand close together with silence between us
Conversation goes from sweet notes to serious looks
No more do you give into the sadness within you
because tonight you are in the heat of my arms
As I look at you, I can't help but sigh loudly
because I know tonight belongs to just us
I can hear nothing but the whispers of our breaths
Silence is the music that captures this moment
A tear starts to form in the corner of my eye
as a serious smile comes closer to meet my lips
Come, and take a dip in this silent river
where silence ends and sweet music begins...
Glowing Moon of Passion
O' Moon of Passion...
How I long to take in your warm glow
as you fill me with a beam of passion
and spill over onto me your stars of sweetness.
Oh how my senses shudder as I bask in the presence of your orgasmic light.
Kristy Raines is an internationally known poet and prose writer born in Oakland, California, USA.
Kristy is retired and married with two children and three granddaughters.
Kristy has four books getting ready to publish. One anthology with a prominent Poet from India, which will launch sometime in 2024 called, "I Cross my Heart from East to West", two fantasy books of her own called, "Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings" and "Princess and The Lion", an anthology of poems in English, "Little Rose Poetry" and her Autobiography called "My Very Anomalous Life". Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.
Kristy enjoys fundraising for her friends who live in the refugee camps of Cox's Bazar and her volunteer work to raise awareness for the Rohingya people.
Мy country
The sun shines in the blue sky
Casting light shines magic
Wakes up early in the morning
Giving love to mother earth.
My independent land is my motherland
Blooming, living forever
Let us play and sing in your bosom
Remember every breath you take.
Ruzmetova Zuhra Vyacheslavovna November 30, 2006 I was born in the city Urgench, Khorezm region. There are 6 of us in the family my father my mother my brother my twin and me. I am currently a student of the 11th grade of school no 14 in Urgench city. I appeared on the international website "synchronized chaos" and I am the coordinator of the this international site. My poems have been recognized in more 10 countries. Every week I am guest on Khorezm TV channel. I am the holder of badge "For the international Services"🏅by the bi wing poets writers Association. I am the winner of competitions of more than 100 national and international organizations. I have a B2 certificate of knowledge of the Turkish🇹🇷 language. I have many future dream goals.
Cold Train to Texas
Cold train to Texas
shaved my beard off
Cut my hair short
appearing younger with scars
I don't believe in guns
just bazookas
No sandals just boots
no cigs just pipes
I'm a one woman man
she's crying back home
Train whistling
beginning the sick trip
Everyone worried about war
some greased up to slide
Moon watching above
witch on her broom
Drones following her and us
note taking who is worse
Train paying no attention
engineer stoked in vibrations
Wild eyed
mouth open
Picking up speed
over the bridge of no return.
Still of Midnight
Stores closed
yet the parking lot full
people sitting in their cars
sleeping sitting up
huddled under blankets
doors locked
homeless
doing without
and living within
hope and turmoil
and the death of tears.
Sleeping Sun
We beg
you
to awake
We need
your
warmth
Your
light
showing the way.
Going Home
Going home
probably not there anymore
Can't stop
hoping
It will be
as it was
Years ago
different world
Everything
lost now
Collecting tears
memory wrapped
Loved ones
cherished list
With deep sorrow
we seldom called.
Ode to the Dead Soul
The blue sea is burning in the leaves of the trees
The roar that pierced the sky stopped
Each chapter of the novel is titled 'Black Sorrow'.
The dry path crawls past like a reptile
Wailing wails across the fields
The tension of the invisible thread in the whole being
When will the sailor anchor in the unknown island?
Existence will sink into the abyss of space
A couple of birds perched on a dry branch, silent readers
A portrait in new white cloth
The soul of the solar system has hidden itself
The saint's body will be destroyed
Soul will get immortality.
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gets longer each year
another year
another birthday
another shot at
being oblivious
but every scar
tells a story that
gets longer each
year
some think i am
getting better
some wonder why
i'm still here
death and i dance
a few times each
week it seems
the closer we get
the harder it is to
let go
those piercing eyes
melt me every damn
time
one night, we'll close
this bar down and put
on a show in the
parking lot
two drunks madly
in love
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on a wednesday in january
another morning
spent in a rehab
facility
third time this
week
yet another
disadvantage
of not dying
young
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longer to mature
she doesn't laugh
at my dirty jokes
i remind her that
males often take
longer to mature
she gives me the
look
i believe that
means she's
quickly running
out of patience
if i have learned
anything over
all my years
it's when to just
shut the fuck up
----------------------------------------------------
the phone sex buddy
i think of those three
in the morning phone
calls
whispers of passion
while hoping not to
wake up anyone in
the house
there's a certain
joy hearing a woman
scream at something
your imagination
was able to create
it would be even
more amazing if
she thought you
were capable of
doing anything
else
hell is falling in
love with the phone
sex buddy that never
ever thinks of meeting
or giving you the time
of day if you happen
to stumble into each
other on the streets of
any random big city
on the east coast
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followed by thunderstorms
spring in ohio is usually
a couple inches of snow
followed by thunderstorms
a few stories of murder
bank robberies and you
can't go a day without
someone abusing a child
i'd like to think we are special
but it's most likely our shit
stinks just like everyone else
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Asylum Floor, Misfit Magazine and Disturb the Universe Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights.
