by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
childhood, death, food
No Bread. Why?
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Foraging to fill a swollen abdomen full of emptiness.
Holding death securely within mothers’ bleakness.
Too hungry to show love and too hungry to cry-
But not too hungry to die-
Why?
Mankind’s blindness and heaped up forgetfulness, sighs.
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
butterfly, husband,
i hear chirping beaks,
my love, as you deeply sleep
with your mouth ajar
butterflies in jar -
my abdomen aches with thoughts
of sudden silence
by Daniel Davies |
Categories:
adventure, fun, happy, love, ocean, romantic, sea,
I like to dance
To writhe and wriggle
On ceaseless crests
Beneath my bottom
I like to swing
From side to side
Sublime swells
Anchoring angst
I like to gyrate
Between boulders
Of liquid laughs
Caressing chuckles
I like to undulate
Along my abdomen
Rippling raucously
Joking jollily
I like to float
Away to anywhere
Without a worry
Where we wander
I like to heave
To buck and bray
To brave the briny
Scathing spray
Wild white horses
Won't keep me cowed
My deep darling
And I are an item.
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Categories:
death, love,
musky abdomen
deer's love perfume doe eyes closed
lion reaches out
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
12/04/2014
by Peter Calvanese Jr. |
Categories:
lost love, love
Chartruese hues surrounding wide eyes,
catching glimpses of Kaleidoscopes
while the rain smears
what's left of handprints.
I stood there, intoxicated
Which was cut short by the blow
to my lower abdomen
ten minutes prior.
Damn, heart's hurling false feelings
that we deem reality
because of inexperience
in such matters.
Failed to harden my organ though
although i wished it had.
on the other hand
i am grateful for the experience.
by Ashly Raju |
Categories:
lost love, sin,
With the sparkle experience
Of the warm abdomen,
I was napping in the gentle, silky womb.
All forced me to turn
The nap into the sleep
For ever,
Not in the uterus,
But in the world of
Aborted infants.
At the movement
When I was separated from you
I clutched you with
A silent sob.
Oh mother
Why don't you give me
An occasion to receive
Your cool kisses?
Oh father
Why don't you allow me
To know the world
By sitting in your lap?
Why don't you permit me
To open my eyes
At least for once
To see you.
Whether my presence was
A burden for you-
Dad, mom
Or my life was
An annoyance for you.
Nevertheless,
I need not to be
Severed from you………
by Autry Emanuel |
Categories:
love, love, i love you,
sleep is for a fool why waste my time sleeping i could be loving you
I shall give you all my love until you are satisfied
if it pleases thee i will give you my life
pain stricken by the memories of you when you were not by myside
like a knife in the abdomen i swallow my pride
why sleep like a sluggard when its your face i see
like the sun for the earth you were meant for me
i gallop accross the horizon to find you in the wee morning
without your love all the day i go mourning
my only regret is how do i love you more
more that the stars in the sky
shh its almost nightfall as we lie
lie upon our bed together you and i
like a crimson tide
by Sarah Casey |
Categories:
abuse, anger, lust, sad,
resentment
a pendant
for those who
lose their heart
control of feelings
emotion
and commotion-
it's all a game
i've gone insane-
the devotion
wake me up from this nightmare
catastrophic days
shove a knife in my abdomen
but you're not even there
not even despair-
those flaws-
love is blind
misconception of reality
you pull the knife-
wrench it up to the chest
power
lighting trapped in a bottle
what's left
trapped against will
trapped in a lie
that you created
dated
and disintegrated.
by Stephanie Henry |
Categories:
love
A rose swallowed down to the bone
One thorn to slit the thrown
Choked on by a contorted king
Crushed in the abdomen of his anatomy
We now have discovered his reining soul
The stem soon grew from his eyes
His skin takes all control, most of it lies
Picked by her
The Queen, her majesty
He leaves his ground
And follows hers
Hands were pale and cold
All was under her control.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
daughter, family, love, mother, son,
a poem about pregnancy
The gentle swell, eroticism's outcome,
the heat of passion empirical,
cross-pollination's perspiration,
beads of love conceived this miracle.
So still, this tranquil life, yet felt
a heart in rough plan stages;
taps a growing rhythm,
embryonic, sweetly ages.
In the gilt-edged cameo of the mind
you, in my body edifice,
change face and gender seamlessly;
mysteriously as a chrysalis.
So still, this tranquil life, and then
his hand flat on my abdomen,
we jolt absorbent of the joy
when you kick...and kick again.
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
abuse, analogy, anger,
Useless, you're under attack
You are under attack
You were to react
You're black
You are under attack
Prejudice racial strife
Domestic violence
a woman beaten by her husband or boyfriend
You won't leave
Why you love him
whack
whack
whack
You're stuck in the abdomen, face and back
You're under attack
12/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories:
feelings, metaphor, woman,
Lady, since that day we met
in the lift by unknowable fate
your image has been hovering
around my heart as glorious star
your words continue to shoot
my abdomen of expectations
as arrows of a wild hunter
Let’s conceive another lift
to raise our hearts on hill-top
and get lost in the peak of love
There we can drop fiery feelings
in the crater of everlasting bliss