I've never much believed in magic,

Yet my white rabbit came back.

He's here; I hold him close,

Look deep into his eyes.

 And what I see...

 A prisoner, a citizen,

 An old man, a father—my father.

A quiet understanding,

Where all my questions cease.

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Every day, I feel myself fading

Like a sesame seed withering slowly in poisoned soil.  

There's a hollow ache within this shallow heart

A gaping emptiness, waiting to be filled with something real.  

I'm caught in the slow drag of passing time

Like a river frozen in winter

Longing to surge forward

But held back by forces I don't yet understand.  

Is this a force...

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This sonnet addresses the irony of calling someone "coloured," highlighting the contrast between black skin, which remains constant, and white skin, which changes with emotional or physical states. This poem reflects on how the colour of one's skin can shift depending on circumstances, challenging the societal labels that define people by their appearance.

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Resembling beauty, I feel lost when unloved

A silent plea within each gaze.  

Like beauty, I crave tender hands

Soft and free in their embrace.  

Like beauty, I thirst for praise

A melody that fills the air

To pierce the dark, to stir the soul

To waken hearts both near and far.

Yet, like beauty, I long to fade

To slip beyond the hollow praise.

Beyond the lov...

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we are the created
the evolved
the creators

created in the image of our mothers and fathers
creating beings in the image of our sons and
  daughters

artificial anticipation

on the precipice of intelligence
reality hits,
  all intelligence is artificial
  it always has been
in the sense that intelligence is merely a concept
in the sense that a creator bestowed it upon us

intell...

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Dear me, did they throw thorns along your way?
did you let them prick you while you knelt to pray?
Tell me, did they ever listen to you?
or did they just stand afar
while your whole world turned blue?

It must’ve been hard, but i’ll tell you what
I’ll share the pain that’ll flow through your cut
I’ll be there to pick those needles out
I’ll be there to hear you out

But promise...

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And I Wonder
How 2 Hearts can pull at another with the intensity of a Star only a days trip from my Orbit
A Tsunami of emotions exhilarated and on trial

Can you stare at a thing and immediately feel the Wind underneath your feet? 
Fluttering, Flustered 
No wor-

Six 5ive
Pink Sand
Anything to keep your emotions from invading that naive fertile Land

'I just want..'
No.
The human con...

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They called me strange, they called me weak

They pushed and mocked, they turned me down

They laughed at my silence, my wayward stare

Called me names like I wasn't there

They turned my smile into a frown.

Lunchtime whispers, always alone a seat apart.

Every hallway felt like pins

Dodging laughter and their bracing jeers.

I was the echo no one heard—

Too soft, too out...

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There's a river that runs through my soul.

It winds through valleys, over hills 

A quiet current that moves

Neither demanding nor hesitating 

It waits for me to come near.

When the sun paints the sky with grace

When joy dances on my face

And everything is in its place...

I find myself drawn to the river's edge

Where the waters hold my peace.

They shimmer,

Refl...

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Through night's still air, bones shriek,

Skeletal shadows are cast.

A prickling sense, silent dread descends.

All-seeing eyes watch from the dark.

I walk on papery petals,

Their decay's sweet scent, thick in the air.

A dark maw of raised ground appears, 

Its inscription blurred to mystery.

The blackness shifts in misty breath,

My observer's presence, I believe.

Black ...

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Dawn bleeds through the blinds,

Children's laughter a sharp contrast

To the ache in my bones.

The scent of roasting beans,

A cruel reminder of the day ahead.

My body screams a silent protest,

Each joint a rusty hinge,

Each muscle a taut wire.

I yearn for the soft touch of rest,

But the stones call.

Sand grinds between my teeth,

A taste of what's to come.

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If I look at you softly, will you embrace me?

Not with a physical touch, but with gentle words of comfort.

Will you see the raw vulnerability in my gaze, the unspoken longing for connection?

Will you meet me there, in that quiet space between us?

If I whisper my anxieties that swirl within, will you listen without judgement?

Will you hold space for my vulnerability, without trying t...

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Along Serpent's Tooth road,

You'll find a wooden tavern, 

A haven from the world outside,

Where laughter rings and tankards clink,

As oaken beams creak with age.

Here, tales of the sea, of fortunes

Those of distant lands and battles won,

Are told, beneath the setting of the sun.

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The moon hung high that night, full and bright.

Outside, frogs croaked, unaware of what was coming.

A cherry blossom brushed my windowpane

Colorful and proud beneath the hazy moon.

Its delicate petals seemed to mock the horror within.

She woke up screaming, sharp and shrill

Her face white, drenched in pure terror.

Her body seemed limp, dead and cold

Yet she moved with ...

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homosapiens
practicing chiropractors
correct us —
posture up —
try, and
… stand upright

formless before the big bang
chaotic with a dark past, and
the light an omnipresent
cognizant force with foresight
for the universes future is in order

simulation theory
0’s & 1’s
the singularity
near infinite
expanding with each addition
times, O
multiplied it is still nil

intrinsic

...

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Ireland appeared in my dreams today.

The green hills rolled, a rumpled blanket under 

A sky shifting from soft grey to a vibrant blue.

I traced the stacked ancient stone walls as I walked

Those dividing fields where sheep grazed silently.

The air smelled damp, and I 

Could almost taste the salty tang of the sea.

The Atlantic crashed against the cliffs,

As the sea birds whee...

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Be like the rain, relentless and free

Yet gentle enough for a thirsty tree.

Be like the wind, a powerful force

Yet soft enough to change its course.

Be like the ocean, vast and wide

Yet still enough for a gentle tide.

Be like the mountains, tall and proud

Yet humble enough to bow to the cloud.

Be like the earth, grounded and deep

Yet open enough for secrets to ...

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On Shima's slope, a linden dreams

In my village, standing old and grand.

My heart—a bird—above it gleams

A watchful spirit, close at hand

Whispering tales to its golden leaves

Those of vibrant surge, and verdant flight.

Through sunlit days and moonlit nights

I watch it sway, so strong and free

A silent solace, an innocent delight 

The linden's magic touches me.

I...

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i am numb to the outside

as it whirls around me

passing me by

an i frozen in time?

or flying so fast

that the blur begets stillness?

Either answers the same, for

the moments melt into morrow 

and now is never again

The day, elusive 

like the mouse

and the dark night, quick 

and clean as a cleaver

the only time 

I stop and think

is…

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A fragile dance on eggshell ground

I tread so light, without a sound.

Your moods, a storm I must appease

My own heart silenced, put at ease.

Each whispered word, a careful art

To shield your easily-bruised heart.

I build a wall to hold me in

Lest my true feelings cause a din.

But gentle steps and muted sighs

Don't quench the ache behind my eyes.

My own emoti...

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A land stretches bare before my eyes,  

woven with golden grass, tough from time.  

Scattered thorns crown stick-thin trees,  

silent watchers in the heat’s slow climb.  

To the left, an old acacia sways,  

wide and worn, its branches home  

to birds that hum forgotten songs,  

soft against the air’s dry moan.  

Green fights brown in a losing war,  

choking und...

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It's February again, so brief yet bright

With love in the air and dreams taking flight.  

The days rush by like a fleeting song

Gone before we hold them long.

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Poetry is considered by many to be one of the most meaningful and expressive forms of art. It possesses the ability to evoke a wide range of emotions and responses from its audience, including reverie, melancholy, humor, and even anger.

By arousing such a variety of sensations, it is intimate yet universally relatable. 

This artistic discipline allows one to explore the aesthetic qualities...

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Come, kiss my lips
where words tremble 
and kisses are reborn

Come and leave it here
on the edge of my skin,
where desire melds with pleasure

Give it to me,
and let it fall like rain
that slips like a secret,
between my skin

Give it to me softly,
in this nightfall,
as I burn
and die for you

©Noris Roberts
 

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There is nothing worse than the feeling of hopelessness—  

It eats you alive, chip by chip, piece by piece

Until the light flickers out  

Leaving only darkness.  

A vast, devouring void

Swallowing thoughts, feelings, memories

Until nothing remains but numbness.  

Silence settles in.  

And then—death.  

I've been dead for as long as I can remember.  

"It...

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High walls, shielded by glass panes

Sharp suits worn by the wealthy elite

Fresh air, sealed within concrete rooms

Elegant words, spoken with intellect and grace

From below,we gaze upward, watching as planes soar

Feeling small, consumed by uninvited jealousy

Hands up, shielding from the relentless sun above

Dreaming of roofs over our heads.

How absurd, how outdated...

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What is the meaning of life?

Why is it that I choose to write...

Poetry, of which no one may care?

Poetry, of which I may never share?

I guess the only thing that matters

In life is that I finally, at last

Get it right.  And Poetry...

Is just a means... of getting there.

2024

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However do I spill this?

Do you see how thin I look?

My eyes are blind

I hear loud noises every now and then

Like a train of loaded thoughts passing through my brain.

Yes, I also can't breathe well on Fridays 

When I see Mr. Renfield

Feeding his mule

With grass from our farm.

When I decide to take my life

You'll know

That all along

The signs were there- 

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we are a generation of brain rot meme lords
we say that we can play guitar
but, we only know 4 chords

we've popularized school shooters
idolized and glorified weak and worthless leaders
we're toxic antagonists surfing fragile buried wires

our brains washed by computers

clout chasing criminals streaming to our viewers
six months in prison but we copped another sponsor
we're desensiti...

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 I yearn for Him

Head between my knees

Bowed deep in prayer.

But words get stuck in my throat 

My thoughts scattered, incoherent.

While my mouth moves, I know not what I say.

I murmur and hope He listens

Listens to the pain hidden behind my murmurs 

Listens to my heart's silent cries

The tears shed in secret

And the thoughts yet unsaid .

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As months chased after years, your waiting neared the full ten-year mark.
Have you ever prayed long into the night, only to weep when your prayers go unanswered?
Has the inability to reap the material and spiritual rewards of your efforts ever weighed like a stone in your chest?
Sometimes, a person feels unbearably heavy, as if tons of burdens rest upon their shoulders—
the weight of injustice...

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Hail to all that liveth

Give thanks for a new rising sun.

Drive revolutions toward destiny

And war, a stake in the ground.

Banish all that speaks of evil

And crown the peaceful at heart.

Let the mountains tremble in truth

Let the rivers sing of justice

Wash in waterfalls of sweet freedom

For you are the flame that will not die

The voices that rise in unity

Wit...

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Every room I enter feels like a stage, and I’m the actor that forgets the lines 
The constriction gnawing in my throat as I feel the acid burn 
I see their faces alight with joy, reeling in echoes of my defeat 
I bat my eyes, look to the floor with crumbling hands, the nails bitten off 
If only I could peel away the skin of doubt and wear something lighter
Tear away the facade of perfection t...

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Who am I, but a reflection in the water-

A sealed bottle of uncertainty and misdeeds?  

Who am I, but a drifting log on a chunk of earth

Clothed and fed by the same enigmatic soil?  

Who am I, but a drop in the sea 

Salty and adrift in the heart of a storm?  

Who am I, but a past unfolding in the future

Scorned and praised by minds that scarcely understand?  

Who am I,...

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An intimidated heart recoils from his touch,  

While a ravenous heart surrenders to hunger-

An experiment beyond the weak

A lesson to the fools

To those of love and hate.  

Trembling like a loose leaf

Later trampled, buried in the soil

Lost among moss and dead trees.  

A forgotten prayer whispered to the wind

A wish lost to the endless night.

Father, Father

Gr...

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This poem wants to explore the transformation of the Republican Party (GOP) from its days of moral and political leadership—abolishing slavery, defending civil rights, and promoting national unity—to its modern iteration, marred by populism, greed, and divisive rhetoric. Through examples like Lincoln, Eisenhower, and Reagan, it contrasts past accomplishments with today’s corrosive trends, embodied...

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Inspired by John Donne's sermon Death's Duel, this poem examines the profound dimensions of death: deliverance from its grip, sanctity within its grasp, and redemption through Christ's ultimate sacrifice. Rendered in a solemn yet reflective tone, it contemplates the mortal journey towards eternal life.
 

When first we breathe, the womb becomes a gate,
Where life begins—a trembling, fragile st...

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A grandmother's gaze,  

Discerning yet soft, like dusk settling on the earth,  

A mood both perplexing and warm,  

Questions suspended in the air,  

Begging to be heard  

By youthful, open ears.  

Brown, green, blue eyes—  

All belonging to her,  

All resonating within her,  

Each holding stories untold,  

Whispers of time woven in her veins.  

Wisdom gathered...

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To Akshita,

 

You are my cousin, but those words don’t define
The bond we share, rare and divine.
More than family, you’re my truest friend,
A place where my chaos finds its end.

In childhood, you stood a little apart,
But time wove you deeply into my heart.
You didn’t play, we were just two names,
Yet now, we are one in life’s vast games.

Now you’re the one who sees my soul,
In...

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Waiting for him is my only way to hold on

Sitting outside his door, heart racing for it to open.  

This feeling, ineffable to others, is mine alone to bear.  

When his lips move, my soul finds peace

And I smile like a fool, unaware the seeds of betrayal are taking root.  

My laughter echoes, strange and wild

Stirring hidden things in the dark.  

The silence creeps in, always u...

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Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past 
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class

The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little 
The promise is a lie you can not outlast 

Through the scope I inspect my thought 
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxi...

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the sun cannot shine

when evening comes

and you are a sun 

in the middle of darkness.

no eye can see your sign

once darkness falls

and your sign is invisible

your soul also does not matter

in this big bad world.

as  silence gets stronger

your words are to drown

deep down in others' yellings.

no need to have any more sayings

about it -- it is pure evil and inj...

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Dear diary,

Is Father coming today?

It's been a while.

Who will tell him that I got paid.

The days drift by, 

And still, I wait

In this quiet mystery.

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When the rain ceases,  

And dusk creeps in quietly,  

When the west glows with proud orange,  

Then I'll know—  

It's time to go home.  

I'll gather the flock and the herd,  

Wade through the evening dust,  

And down the hill I'll go,  

With a heart easy to please,  

A foolish smile on my face,  

To a cabin at the edge of town,  

Where my soul resides.

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A bony child, a sick child 

Wades through muddy water, stumbles over battered roads

A quiet child, a trodden child

Eats with hunger, with greediness 

A shy child, a violent child

Runs after street vendors and dogs, cons the benevolent 

A street, a war, a game to play.

A bony child, a sick child is her-

Me.

A traumatized child, a ragged child

Stomping around hospi...

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It's duly noted that

An anomaly in life is met with

Strength, character...

And even marksmanship?

Is it wrong if I go to the shamans?

If knees are scraped, often from temple visits?

If I dine with monks, for a percentage of hope?

If a spark of my dignity is diminished, after

Crying to falling skies?

Soaking in their bitterness, God's valor ?

God's favor I hope?

Is ...

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Wherever the wind may lead,

That's where I'll follow, free.

To embrace the wild trees,

And hear the frogs' soft croak,

Becoming an explorer at heart.

Through meadows wide and rivers deep,

Where the sun and shadows softly meet,

I'll chase the dawn and greet the night,

With stars above as guiding light.

No map, no path, just endless skies,

A world unknown befo...

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“A Farewell to Youth” is a heartfelt and introspective poem inspired by one of Sir Walter Raleigh’s poems. Drawing on themes of lost time, fleeting joys, and the inevitable passage of life, the poem reflects on the sorrow that follows the end of youthful days. Like Raleigh’s original work, it meditates on the melancholy that remains as the seasons of life change, leaving only memories behind. Thro...

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A battle of loneliness, trapped in isolation

Heart shudders in fear, bowing to the cold.

The old year passes, fading into the new

Misgivings, demons, decay taking hold.

Eating disorders, bony hands

A forceful wind knocks breath from the land

On lazy winter afternoons...

Sweep, sweep away

Bow in prayer inside a four walled city.

Cries and shouts, desperation calls

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I walk among the shadows,

Shadows of lies, secrets, and ignorance.

Shoulder to shoulder, walking with strangers,

Faceless people staring through each other.

Somebody taps me,

Somebody calls my name—

But the voice is lost in the haze.

The real me is fading,

Melting into the vale,

A silhouette in the crowd,

Dissolving like mist at dawn.

I reach out, but the hand...

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