Poetry Blogs (2019, sad)
M.C. Newberry on I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid (4 hours ago)
I wrote this poem especially for you
If you are reading this now
This message for you
The Angel's they tell me you are going through changes
And although you and I are technically strangers
I know you have your struggles
And I'd like to take this moment to
melt away your troubles
I say these words from my soul
And my Tibetan singing bowl
The healing frequency sounds it makes..
Friday 20th December 2019 12:00 am
Don’t give in to the madness.
Save it for another day,
long after you’ve left this life
that’s full of opportunities.
Life is like the weather.
All you have to do is wait
for the rain to go away,
the storm to pass,
and enjoy the sunshine
Saturday 30th November 2019 2:26 am
Maybe the truth is I was never really meant to be happy.
Not in the sincerest form of the word anyway.
I'm content and I do have my happy moments.
But sincerely and truly happy?
I don't think that word was invented with me in mind.
Friday 9th August 2019 12:53 pm
Aspirations...Where we are and where we want to be?
My aspirations have always focused on being a world-renowned, bestselling author, however, i have found great value in fact, total gratification in knowing my pieces help people whether i get paid or not.
Where i come from...where i am...and where i want to be is a constant and ongoing journey.
I have come very far from the young girl wh...
Tuesday 30th July 2019 10:44 am
What a peaceful thought.
Tuesday 30th July 2019 1:04 am
Recently I took a trip to Cardiff and was shocked by the level of homelessness in the city. It’s there but for the grace of god for all of us. I feel we ignore this. Having lost my job after a stroke, I was lucky to have insurance and a pension, if not then I may well have been left homeless. We never know what cards we will be dealt. Next time don’t just turn a cheek.
Next time we turn aw...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 12:24 pm
I don't paint or write anymore
I don't even read
Where am I?
Where did I go?
It is dark here;
Bring me back to the surface
Read the letter addresses by me..
To my self
So I write back
It's been a while
I don't even remember what it was like;
What it was like to not just see color
But to feel it
I can't remember what it's like to feel the words flow out of me
I don't ev...
Friday 3rd May 2019 11:34 pm
A single blue dot on a canvas
That no one can understand
Over looked and unappreciated
So quit yet so loud
A story waiting to be told
But no one cares to ask
Every canvas tells a story
This one is called depression
Friday 3rd May 2019 11:30 pm
Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colors
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astoundi...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 11:54 am
On a snowy day,
In a dimly lit street,
An ailing girl, utterly dismayed
Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.
Looking towards heaven,
Her eyes well up a little.
Perhaps she’s waiting for someone special,
But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.
She digs up the icy earth
With her gloved fingers.
And buries a white rose beneath the...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:39 pm
Surely, I'm not happy
To lose the best friend
It is true, not funny
"GOD" put the final end
Certain hour, of the day
Whatever we are or where
We have to say Goodbye
"GOD" is kind and fair
No one plans to die
No one remains forever
No When , Where or WHY?
Let's pray, no suffer
Monday 15th April 2019 1:26 pm
The gravestones in this place are wet with tears
Of children, wives and husbands who have stood
Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears
Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.
November skies are grey and hold no lights,
The flowers flattened in a winter gale
That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights
To keep hidden behind her mourning veil....
Thursday 4th April 2019 2:17 pm
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
I wish your body was mine.
I long for our souls to be tangled.
All I crave is connection.
All I seek is approval.
Our savagery is forever,
The killing of time itself.
All I can afford is hope,
But that’ll never be enough.
Take me away from the light
And show me your teeth.
I’ll always be weak to your desires.
So take out your frustrations on me
And leave this pi...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:03 am
I can see your eyes when I close mine.
I can feel your panic when you see my lips move.
I don’t want this. Please.
I’ll push everything into a corner, where it’ll stay, and it’ll only be graced by a glance.
I’m going to push you away.
Let it nourish every fucking negative idea you’ve every had of me.
I have nothin...
Monday 25th February 2019 6:01 am
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly?
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:27 am