Day 16: Confidence

Day 16: Confidence

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Buy that dress,
They said,
You’d look more confident.

With a 5 inch heels,
To go with,
For, height boosts confidence.

What about a touch,
Of red lipstick?
Ooh, that looks confident.

And ditch that scarf,
Over your hair,
There- you look confident.

If you’ve got friends,
With these ideals,
Depicting confidence.

You’ll need new ones,
To teach you what,
Real confidence means.

It begins with self-
To walk in a room,
and not need validation

Being comfortable,
in the skin that you wear ,
Now that is confidence.


day 16: confidence, day 17: A friend. This poem is in response to December Poetry Challenge, 31 poems in 31 days.

the above image is courtesy of Healthy place.com

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Day 14: To each their own way

Day 14: To each their own way

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Some talk- and that’s all they do,
Some walk without, a sideways glance,
On rainy- and sunny days alike.
(Each, their own way of living life).

Some watch, from their windows high,
Mastered in knowing, others daily lives,
A deflection, from the thoughts encroaching.
(To Each, their own way of coping).

Some greet, with a cheery smile,
Strangers and known folks alike;
Some find it, a hypocritical act.
(Each, their own way of living life).

Some sigh, at the sight of love-
Two hands entwined and the silver shines,
dreaming, of what they might never have.
(To each, their own way of coping)

Some live, without loving life-
Oh, the scent of pine trees abound at dawn;
Trudging, through twenty four hours.
(Each their own way of living life).


Day 14: something beginning with T and Day 15: Love. This is in response to December Poetry Challenge 31 poems in 31 days. 

Day 11: I know what you did

Day 11: I know what you did

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I know what you did last night,
And the night before,
And all those other times,
when you said you were at work;
I know what you did,
But I am bidding my time,
Getting my coins,
So I can- Pack my bag.

I know what you did,
though we’ve got two kids,
And another on the way,
Who would have
Looked up to you;
And Lord knows I tried,
To see if you’ll change your ways,
But there is nothing remorseful,
In what you do, or say.

I know what you did,
And now that she’s arrived-
My little bundle of joy,
My bags are out of the house.
And maybe you’ll see the light,
And someday change your ways,
But that’s a trouble for another woman,
‘Cause I am done with your page.


Prompt: Day 11 (Night), day 12 (change). This poem is in response to December Poetry Challenge, 31 poems in 31 days. 

Day 8: Choices

Day 8: Choices

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If anything,
I want you to remember this-
Options,
Life is filled with
so many;
Left and right,
Coloured or dull,
Yes or no.
We have the options,
To make a choice-
In our decisions.

But just as the sun,
has little to say,
In the matter of rainfall.
And the moon,
regardless of it’s stance,
Night will fade to day,
There is little you can do,
when another chooses-
A different pathway.

And we can get swallowed,
In the never ending scenarios,
Of what could I have done;
Or we can rise,
With the knowledge-
Everyone makes their decision,
Good or bad…
And most times,
No matter what we do,
Say or preach-
They’d still make the same choices,
Regardless.


Prompt: Life. This poem is response to December Poetry challenge, 31 poems in 31 days (and yes I am two days behind 🙈).

The above picture is Courtesy of Whisper.com

Day 7: Breaking Free

Day 7: Breaking Free

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He moved halfway across the world,
To ease a dullness in his chest;
A yearning, in every cell of his bone,
Staying home, could not suppress.

The moment, he grew up into the ranks
of men, he packed and left.
Leaving folks back home, going grey wondering,
What insanity provoked such an act.

But some souls are born to wander
The wilderness, and the far out sea;
Soak in rays at the top of a mountain,
Live amidst-nature’s beasts.

Gain knowledge only experience can offer,
Fill their lungs with nature’s breeze;
For the only way, for them to figure out,
Who they are- is by breaking free.


prompt: Inspired by (DecemberPoetryChallenge). Today’s poem is inspired by a quote of Chinua Achebe– “Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am, what I need, is something I have to find out for myself”.

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Day 5: The blues-

Day 5: The blues-

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The blues-
Is the term we use when,
Trying, to downplay an emotion.
When the flashback of a memory,
Opens a door, we’ve kept locked up
for Far too long.

When tears descend our cheeks in silence,
And the words which come so readily In writing-
Escape us.

When loneliness is inviting, like say-
After a heartbreak;
And we know, we deserve better,
Everybody knows we deserve better,
But still-
It doesn’t put a damp on the heart that’s hurting.

When pain is magnifying,
And words cant describe it;
And people notice our faces,
Stained in all the right places,
We answer-
Just feeling a little blue today.

But, the truth is-
A little blue- is never- just- little.


Today’s prompt is Blue. This poem is in response to DecemberPoetryChallenge. 31 poems in 31 days. The above image is courtesy of Bulgariasega.com

Day 4: On being Alone-

Day 4: On being Alone-

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To write a poem on being alone,
Is to take myself back to a place,
I do not dare to go.

Where the reason why alone began,
In my case at least was to shield myself,
From human’s dreary chat-

Draining in the least, poisoning at most,
How do you dos asked but the answer should,
Ultimately be “FINE”.

Insults capsulated by cherry words,
Laughter and jokes gained at the expense of,
Another person’s hurt.

So I shut myself for the time being,
To regain my peace and renew my strength,
To face the world again.


Day 4: Being Alone. This poem is in response to December Poetry Challenge. 31 poems in 31 days. The stunning image above was taken by  Margot Kelly. You can check out her portfolio HERE

Day 3: I stand with them-

Day 3: I stand with them-

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Let your voice be heard above the cries of
those living in the midst of violence.
The sight of blood- a daily occurrence,
In grief and sadness their lives are engulfed.

A moment of thought for our fellow men,
Our Sisters, mothers who are war besieged,
Unaware of when they’ll get their next meal,
Their world is in chaos- I stand with them.

Let your voice be heard- for the ones whose land,
Once filled with greeneries of different kinds
Now turned, a graveyard- a horrendous sight
Of bodies in layers, a burial ground.

So, I stand with the ones whose blood is shed,
Mercilessly and their cries go unheard.


Day 4: A sonnet. Oh my, I didn’t know writing a sonnet could be so hard, what with the rhyming and the long syllables, but then again, I am glad I did it. This post is in response to DecemberPoetryChallenge.

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December Poetry Challenge

December Poetry Challenge

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I’ve been getting questions regarding the December poetry challenge I started on the first of this month, so I figured, why not share it here on WordPress to you guys who want to join in the fun. A friend got the picture above on Instagram, and sent it to me (I’m not on Instagram). Considering my writing has been on an embarrassingly low point, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try it and the prompts are actually really good.

So, here goes. There are 31 prompts as listed in the picture above, for each of the 31 days of December. There is no official website, this is just something that has been circulating through Instagram writers and I thought to try it.

If you’d like to join in, please tag your poem DecemberPoetryChallenge so we can get to read each other’s and have a central site. Today’s prompt is: A sonnet

Mother, I am depressed-

Mother, I am depressed-

 

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I told my mother I was depressed,
And she said- baby, it’s just the blues,
Just like every song has an ending,
This one would waltz right through.
It’s been three years- I’m still “blue”

I told my father I was depressed,
And watched the tears stream down his cheeks,
With a heart heavy with guilt, I said-
Daddy, I will make it through.
I was depressed, yet the one to show strength.

I told my friends I was depressed,
They said- girl! You just need a man;
How could I handle another human soul,
When I could barely deal with mine.
I was depressed, not in need of a man.

I told my brother I was depressed,
He asked if I was bleeding then?
He’s heard girls can go a tad bit off,
When their time of the month appeared.
I said- I’m not bleeding… He didn’t hear.

Dear God…. I am depressed.


Day 2: About me. This poem is in response to December poetry challenge. 31 poems in 31 days.