Poems

The Forgotten Elder She sits in a room that smells of lavender and dust,Waiting for the phone to ring, her faith corroding into rust.Her hands remember dances, recipes, the weight of holding tight,Now they fold and unfold napkins through the long fluorescent night. The nurses know her name but not her story, not the war […]

The Cold Streets The sidewalk’s a bed that never gets warm,Cardboard for a pillow, a doorway for a dorm.The wind cuts through the coat that’s three sizes too thin,Every night’s a gamble on whether dawn lets you in. Hands cupped around a lighter’s dying flame,Nobody on the street will ask your name.You’re invisible to everyone

The Desperate Mother In a kitchen with bare cupboards and a fridge that hums on empty,She counts the hours till the food bank opens, fingers tracing worry lines aplenty.Her children don’t know they’re poor–she’s made sure of that, God help her,Serving love on borrowed plates, disguising hunger as adventure. She works two jobs and still

Severed Bond The air hangs heavy, thick with deceit, the stale taste of betrayal clings to every breath.Once a tether bound by unspoken vows, now snapped, jagged, and sharp as death.Fingers that once laced together with care now curl into fists, trembling in rage,The silence between us, once soothing, has turned into the venom of

Spectral Chains Spectral chains rattle in the dark,Cold iron scraping against time,They’re bound to your soul,Tight and unforgiving,A weight you can’t shake,A curse you can’t outrun. They drag you through memories,Pull you back when you try to escape,Whispering your failures,Breathing your regrets,Until the air is thick with the smell of your past. They’re silent in

The Climate Crisis The glaciers crack like knuckles, slow and loud and mean,The ocean’s climbing doorsteps in places you’ve never seen.The forecast calls for fire season stretching into fall,And the politicians argue while the coastline starts to crawl. The bees are disappearing, the coral’s turning white,The summers last forever and the winters lose their bite.Your

Hangman’s Noose The noose sways in the breath of the forgotten,Its rope thick with stories, secrets, and silent screams.A relic of crude justice or cruel indulgence,It hangs as a sentinel of shadows,Watching as the moon drips silver over the gallows. Each frayed strand whispers a name long erased,Each knot a curse tied by trembling hands.It

Hope Among Ruins Amid the wreckage, hope endures,Its flame a whisper through the ruins’ scorn,In shattered dreams, where darkness lingers,It weaves its thread through times forlorn. Among the ashes, life still breathes,A defiant pulse beneath the grime,Each crumbled stone and scorched reprieve,Holds stories lost within the time. In dust-choked halls where echoes call,The past’s decay

Forgotten Dreams In the crypt of abandoned hopes, your older self once knelt in silent regret,Each shattered promise a weed poking through the stone, defying the hush of neglect.You watch them now, these faint wrecks of dreams once shining bold,Their rotted petals littering the floor, each dried vein a story left untold. The world swore

From Ruins, Strength Reborn In crumbled echoes where shadows plot,You rise from ruins, though battles are fraught,With grit that mocks the darkest blight,Resilience reigns where you’ve fought. From each collapse, a phoenix claims,New strength emerges, fierce and untamed,In every trial, your spirit’s birth,Proving once more your endless worth. The wreckage of the past decays,Yet through