It’s an understatement to say that we’ve been overwhelmed with responses to calls for submissions for our very first Poem of the Week. Dozens of entrants have been sifted through and we’ve managed to pick one that we connected to most. Before we show you the winning poem, we have a couple of fantastic runners up for you to pore over first.
‘To This Silent’ by Jessica Shev
My name is not important Or my life Nor my story Not how I got to come here My appearance Or for glory All I ask of you Is to listen very closely And maybe, just maybe Your eyes will open mostly And you will see a new something A something very new And maybe, just maybe, you’ll see what I say is true Her Joy, her laughter, ringing through the air Music, pounding, she sings without care… Silence Chattering insistantly Living inconsistantly… Silence A careful smile hides her pain Nothing really more to gain… Silence She runs from her monsters, and hides from her past, So when will this all end? I’m here… To break the silence. Forget your past and listen close Forget mistakes, your highs, your lows And don’t you judge your friend or foe Don’t you judge of those below. So get off! Get off your high throne And be kind to those unknown. She sat in the back of the class Made fun of for her silence she dared not speak Yet NO ONE took the effort to see The bruises inflicted by a father unrestricted That every day she went home to an angry fight A father drunk over a dead wife… And a mute girl. He hid his face at school Called a sissy and a fool Teachers thought him dumb and useless because he could pass a class Yet every day, this coward, this failure got up every morning WITHOUT fail To support a paralysed mother…and an ailing girl Worked three jobs to get food on the table While his teachers told him he would always fail He was a scarred burnt mess His face, indistinguishable As he passed, people jeered and gagged Parents hid their children in his wake Kids thought him fun to prank Wounded and sightless, compassion he sought He went home later and there he thought This is NOT for what i have fought This brave soldier risked his life For those mocking voices, that cut like a knife So this is out from me to you If you are lost or lonely too If you have depression You hurt or face aggression Thank you for waking up today Good job for whatever you have to say You can do it…I know you can And I encourage you to take a stand.
‘Axis’ by Joshua Mackle
We rotate on concrete, Awaiting the fall, The loss of our conscience, The echoing call.
We wait for emotions To gain their own minds, Release them to oceans To see what they’ll find.
We cross every border, We overstep lines, Our eyes meet with distance And we transcend time.
We touch every tear With our fingertips We feel every membrane As they taste our lips.
We count every freckle And every eyelash, Until our hearts ignite And burn into ash.
We take every moment To frame in our laughter, To fulfil every dream Of our ever after.
We feel every breath And we count every word To weave our own stories So they can be heard.
We shout it from rooftops, We tell the whole world, And every syllable From our tongues unfurled.
We rotate on concrete, We pray for the fall, And every cell of our heart Is on call,
Until we find someone To spin the Earth round, Until this true romance Is no longer bound,
And time is reversed With this love so intense That it blazes and burns All your heart’s self-defence
And the Earth loses balances And falls into space, And your logic and reason Is gone without trace. And the stars and the moon And the night doesn’t matter. Because you are in love. And love doesn’t shatter.
We rotate on concrete. The world keeps on turning. Time is still ticking.
The flames are still burning.
‘Hawaaian Hue’ by Ray Fields
Right hand into left chest Squeeze your heart & allow Hot lava to flow in your veins Warming a phoenix heating ashes we give thanks to such creatures such hope in flames ambushed by Bright oranges & stale blues streaming I see the shine pulse through your skin & exhibits Arrive on the surfaces that illuminate the dancing shadows on body Shadows now on wall appalled by such beauty not betrayed Pasts infest only used as catalysts For growth we now only smell the flowers figuratively Even your hatred for these cause Love to be that initial warmth Now settled in the palms of your Feet each step on my back soft Firm realigning tilted vertebrae A new definition of pain & pleasure This love manufactured through heart & Soul flesh aligned imbalances Measured on the arch of a kiss
Ray Fields has written poetry for almost 15 years. He has recently submitted his manuscript for publication, which contains 100 poems broken down into ten chapters. The book is titled, “I <3 My Muse(s)”. He enjoys infusing his poetry with different mediums and formats such as visual art, music and community based efforts. He only wishes for his words to inspire all that hear and for all to find their muse.
Want to take part in next week’s jam? Be sure to check out the Poem of the Week page here and send any poems to [email protected]before the 10th of January to take part.