Some

Some

some hugs should have never happened
some kisses should have never allowed

some poetries should have not been written
some songs should have not been sung.

some movies should have not been made
some theatrical acts should have not been played.

some love stories should have not been told.
some happy endings should have not been said.

after all…

some ends up in breakups

Paula’s prompt guidelines

• Write about a breakup (not necessarily romantic) in any poetic form, not to exceed 20 lines.

Drunk

Drunk

the taste of wine
for the first time
in my mouth is
like thousands
of stinging bees
occupying every inch
of my salivating tongue
in the same way how
the taste of your love
in my heart, in my soul
left me wondrous,
breathless,
speechless,
hopeful,
blessed,
grateful
drunk and intoxicated.

Gift

Gift

so, i threw my trauma
out of the garbage bin
for the garbage collector
to collect and dispose
but you took it back
and wrapped it in
fancy paper with
ribbons and scented color card
packed perfectly like
a holiday gift, then you
hand it to me like a bomb
bursting over in a loud noise.

there goes my trauma
back all over again
packed in fancy paper
with ribbons and
scented colored card.

Vote for “Love Happens”

i’ve been nominated by Spillwords for Publication of the Month many times and won once; but each nomination means a lot to me as a poet.

for December my poem “LOVE HAPPENS” is nominated as Publication of the Month. You can cast your vote here https://spillwords.com/vote/

voting will cease on 12/29 and soon after the winner will be revealed.
Please note, you need to register and/or login to vote.

we can pretend not to care for as long as we want; but “Love Happens” when it happens and there is nothing you can do about it…

Merry Christmas

“a strong woman loves, forgives, walks away, lets go, tries again, and perseveres…no matter what life throws at her.”

🌹Merry Christmas dear friends and poets. 2022 has been very kind to me.

🌹”After Rain Skies, 2nd Ed,” was published in March 2022, and was an Amazon best-seller (top 10) for more than a month. “After Rain Skies” was written to celebrate the life and the journey to healing of victims of abuse and violence.

🌹”It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” was released in August 2022. it became #1amazonbestseller  #1newreleases #1hotnewreleases on (all) Amazon Markets worldwide by pre- orders alone. it is something poets could only dream of. it was #number1 on Amazon for over a month, and was on #top10 for four months. it was unbelievable.

🌹i thought i was done for 2022 with two #bestsellers but #pentopublish2022 came and i decided to submit. in October 2022 “I Am In Itself Poetry In The Dark,” was born. the contest is still running up to this writing but i felt like i’ve already won, because once again it became #1amazonbestseller  #1newreleases #1hotnewreleases on (all) Amazon Markets worldwide.

🌹i am also a part of an ensemble of award-winning and best-selling authors of the anthology “Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women” by Experiments in Fiction with Gabriela  Marie Milton as our editor. it was a #1amazonbestseller.

🌹my poems were published in different online literary websites such as Spillwords, MasticadoresUsa, and MasticadoresIndia. My Poem “Wednesdays Of Longing,” was nominated as Spillwords August Publication of the month. “Love Happens” is still up and a trending/popular post on Spillwords.

🌹i was featured in different magazines and newspapers; Ipoh Echo, Hindustan Metro, Enterpreneur Stories, Hindustan Bytes, Web Story India, to name a few.

🌹i was also named as one of the Top 30 Most Talented Personalities of 2022 by Republic News India in cooperation with over 50 other news agencies in India.

🌹2022, three best-selling books, one best-selling anthology, numerous well-recieved poetry publications and countless news story features…my poet heart will forever be grateful.

🌹i am also very grateful to my WP family. i just surpassed the 100,000k WP views.

🌹100, 000K WordPress views..💕💕💕 a very Merry Christmas indeed🌹🌹🌹 thank you dear friends and poets.

🌹i am truly humbled and honored that you have chosen to read and support my Poetry Site ib this day and age when watching YouTube, Tiktok, and Reels is preferred over reading Blogs and Poetry sites.

it’s true, nothing beats the joy of making stories come to life through words and verses in rhythm and rhyme.

🌹read more of my WordPress and publication journey on The Update India

Rest

Rest

i want to rest my drowsy eyes upon yours
where i could see bright lights and colors
where hope is reflected upon them perfectly
and joy is just around the corner elegantly.

i want to rest my worn-out hands upon yours
where i feel nothing but affection and tenderness
where strength is manifested upon your palm
and tomorrow is a better vision, like a psalm.

i want to rest my exhausted mind upon yours
where i could sense your intellect that truly cares
where ambition is synonymous with a loving care
and life is better with your intelligence in fanfare.

i want to rest my weary heart upon yours
where the intense passion for love resides
where absolute protection is its concern
and love, no matter what, is love in return.

i want it to be you, where promises are never broken
please let it be you where i can truly rest now, forever, and always.

promise me it will be you.

For Eugi’s Prompt:

Hush – A Triple Tetractys

Hush

hush
my love
it’s scary
but we’ll get through
the end will all be worth it, so dear hush

love me dearly as the sun loves the moon
hold me tightly
don’t let go
please my
love

sleep
tightly
tonight dear
then dream of me
meet me halfway in your deep quiet sleep

For David’s Weekly Prompt:https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/12/21/w3-prompt-34-weave-written-weekly/

D. Avery’s prompt guidelines

• Write a ‘Tetractys’;

• A further challenge is for the first and last word to be the same;

• A double or triple Tetractys, in either order, would be okay.

Tetractys?

• At least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20);

• Can be written with more than one verse but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count;

• Can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1;

• Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1;

• Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10; and so on…

Here We Are Again

Here We Are Again

here we are again challenged to confront
the things that we long wish to forget
the obstacles we struggle to get over
the pains we never get to surrender.

here we are again in a world of never-ending
regrets to what was supposed to be a beginning
regrets to what could have been’s instead
if we weren’t dumb and stupid.

here we are again in a cycle of wondering
will we ever get to the end of our suffering
will we ever get to give up
just love forever and never stop?

For Sadje:

Double-Edged Sword

Double-Edged Sword

it’s never easy to be standing on the same ground as i am
i don’t expect to be understood or to be accepted
for i can be both your sweetest dream and your worst nightmare.

it’s not for me to beg for your concern or your discernment
i don’t like your sympathy, for i am strong despite my weaknesses
i am brave even when it’s time for me to embrace fear.

i don’t have time for drama and spectacle
my life alone is filled with cinematic denouement and Shakespearean-inspired tragedies
i played both roles; the hero and the villain of my own life story.

so don’t tell me how to live my life, for you don’t have the slightest idea how to be me
don’t bullshit me with your loving care if you don’t even see the reason why i suffer.

stab me with madness, and i will bleed
stab me with kindness, and i will still bleed
i’ve been wounded, and i will never heal
it may not be your reality, but this is mine.

For Reena: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/12/15/reenas-xploration-challenge-261/

It is a theme prompt. The lines to ponder are

The best and the worst
It’s time…
for the bubble to burst

Photographs And Memories

This photo prompt gives me a nostalgic feeling longing for long-gone moments.

Photographs And Memories

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos baby, it makes your weary heart so blue
it makes you ache like it’s not gonna be okay
it makes you twinge like the pain is there to stay.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos baby, it reminds you of the times you’re not with me
it reminds you of the birthdays we failed to celebrate together
it reminds you of the Christmases we never had as lovers.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos baby, it evokes memories we didn’t make
it evokes feelings that have long been neglected
it evokes anger that has long been denied.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos truth is, it hurts you so bad to witness
the woman that i had become when you were not around
it should have been you beside me from day one ’till the end
old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos reality bites, it’s true, and it sucks, maybe
that you were not there in any one of them
that you were never there where a moment was worth a million photographs to keep.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos you know pretty well that behind my smiles
my laughter and my sparkling eyes
was a soul dying to come out to be free.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
‘cos they are your perfect keepsakes of the love you let go
of the chances upon chances you have missed and forego
of the smiles, the tears, the laughter that should have been shared with you.

old photographs of me you don’t want to see
old memories of me you don’t want to know
‘cos baby, you were not there with me
and i was not there with you
old photographs, old memories of me
of what could have been’s and what ifs
old photographs, old memories of me
that should have been us.

For:
https://amanpan.blog/2022/12/13/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-121-12-13-22-pompous/