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“Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal but which the reader recognises as his own.” – Salvatore Quasimodo
In my opinion, good poetry requires an incredibly admirable amount of precision and particularity that I am personally incapable of. Each line is akin to a small dagger somehow sharp enough to hit its target every single time.
Today, in honour of April- World Poetry Month, I will be sharing some poetry written by some incredibly talented writers!
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If you enjoy reading their poetry, show them some love in the comments!
‘Alcoholic’s Avarice’ by Meenakshi Bhojwani
It’s later than you think
Open your eyes, put down that drink
Blurry eyes, hazy mind
Look through your life what good did you find?
Whiskey said have a dance
I turned a deaf ear to a budding romance
Gulped down that gin, I felt a tickle within
One less meal a day has made me so thin
Everyday is a break, every day is a party
I forgot to call mom up, a woman full of love so hearty
Beer whispered to me a song of sweet nothing
I lost my voice, I became a melancholy something
I guess it’s true what they say, something is better than nothing
Empty cabinets are still cabinets alas, my excuse for everything
Reality runs past me so fast, the room spins
Is it just one mom I’m seeing, or is she actually twins?
I had a bad day no amount of tequila could kill
So I turned to worse evils searching for a thrill
Mama saw me all the way down in the dumps
So she sat by my bed, fed me and picked up my crumbs
Days pass like a puzzle I don’t know what fits where
I forgot to call her again, it was her birthday, must be her worst nightmare.
She sat by the phone hunched over in her seat
Until one day she couldn’t rise again, she admitted defeat
Ring ring ring, I finally made the call
But this time around there was no answer at all
It’s later thank you think
Open your eyes, put down that drink.
‘Picturesque’ by Sonika Chellani
Things were different for us.
We weren’t like others.
I couldn’t physically touch you,
I couldn’t express my love in ways I knew,
I couldn’t use cheesy movie lines on you,
I just pictured it.
Pictured our love.
One where I could kiss you when I wanted,
Take you out on dates,
Pamper you with all I had,
But not yet.
Not in this society,
Not when people stared daggers in our backs.
I don’t want to apologize for our love.
So for now
We are friends,
The friends that had an unbreakable bond,
The innocent fun.
‘The Night’ by Lady Calypso
I wake up every morning and start counting down the hours until I go sleep again
the darkness swallows me whole
the unseen stars shine brighter than ever
the cars whisper on streets below
filling the silence of the night
your problems slowly wash away
only to swim back the next morning
but for a short while
you’re at peace
the night really suits me
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed these poems, comment below and show the poets some love!
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You can check out my last few posts here:
- The Scariest Things That Actually Exist
- borrowed poems from an anonymous- ‘Expressions of Love’ and ‘Experience’
- The Horror of Surveillance
- Pet Peeves
- Happy Panda- Random Blogger Interviews
Until Next Time.
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