Who will find my dead dreams
when this void finally leaves my soul?
Who will temper my spirit
before my broken wishes choke my howl?
The pitch dark of nothingness
unravels through this hazy room,
to embrace me, hold me tight,
until I can no longer move.
To whom will I bequeath my hopes?
To whom will I leave my fears?
Darkness has left no one around me
and its tender arms keep pushing in.
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Today's Blackprint Poetry's recommendation:
Susan Marie is a journalist, radio producer and poet from New York with a great blog that you should definetly check out. Not all of her posts are poems, but make sure to find them: I find their loose and experimental form extermely engaging. Visit her blog here:
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
I no longer know the streets of my city.
The smoke and the lust have covered its walls.
And the light, the forgotten light,
hides from the skies on clear days.
The cold glow of fluorescent gas lamps
now bear witness to the neverending pain.
The wise man, the enforcer and the tribesman
hide in the shadows casted by the blunt remains.
There are no more dances in the crossroads.
No more games in the parks we used to share.
Through the alleys roam the soulless in their rows
of death and sin and the feeble existence of despair.
Blackprint Poetry's recommendation:
Today's recommendation goes to Samuel Peralta and his blog Semaphore. Peralta is a well established and well-known free verse poet. He is an objective to all us poets who want our work to be known to the world. Gather your best poems and enter his blog for a lesson on how poetry should be made.