What They Didn't Tell You - A Poem by Megan Jamie - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

What They Didn't Tell You – A Poem by Megan Jamie

They didn’t tell you it would be like this
They promised you
It’s safe out there –
Just give it a shot

So you left the warmth and protection of your birthplace

They didn’t tell you it would hurt like hell
That you can slap a smile on all you like
Go about your day
Chopping carrots, reading textbooks, coffee dates with friends
But there will still be that tugging deep inside you

They said
You are strong
You can defeat it
You can manage it
They said
It doesn’t make you weaker

Maybe, but you will be tested every day,
Torn down just a little every time something goes wrong

“Think happy thoughts”
“Happiness is a choice”
“Be grateful, you have a roof over your head”
“What is your problem?”

You cower in your own shame
Disgusted
You know the blackness surrounding you is a product of none other than

Yourself

You reach for contentment
Grasp at serenity
Hands peeling open
Fingers ache from
Reaching so far

They didn’t tell you that one kind word could turn your day around,
While a mean look could ruin you for months.
They didn’t tell you that others would claim to understand you,
To relate to you,
And then give neither warmth nor kindness when you inevitably slip
up.

You didn’t realize how accurate the clichés could be:
Standing in a room full of people, but never having felt so alone.

And you fear being alone for
You think the loneliness could engulf you,
Entrench you.
Pin you to the floor and sit on your chest.

But you’re aware now.
You know the feeling
And can feel it coming.
Over the years you’ve built up your defenses,
Prepared to attack when needed.

You’re hurt?
Not anymore – you feel nothing.
You’re sad?
Not anymore – you are numb.
You’re lonely?
Not anymore – you’ve drowned out the silence.

They didn’t tell you how cruel life is to those who
Are cruel to themselves.

There is no outside force.

You are your own killer
You are strangling yourself
You are spiraling down
You are defenseless

Most importantly,
You are not to blame.

But nobody tells you this.
Only,
“What the hell is your problem?”

Autumn - A Poem by Marie MacSweeney - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Autumn – A Poem by Marie MacSweeney

September creeps along anarchic grass.
In our garden plum trees bend
to the earth, each branch
a frail skirmish
across briars and barriers,
naked warriors
accepting no natural defeat.

It is autumn
and we have come
to gather in the fruit,
eat in our orchard,
think God is good,
but there are wasps and worms
feeding, and we have our own wars.

Swirl - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Swirl – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Swirl
in the whirl
rabbit is coming,
hop stars and all
hop the jump,
there are little stars in your
eyes, the benighted dog howls, addressing the full moon
rabbit is arriving, this man is ploughing land,
another is raking blood.

61 Is Fine By Me - A Poem by David Lohrey - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

61 Is Fine By Me – A Poem by David Lohrey

Is 61 old?
It is my birthday and I called my mother.
She said how are you? And was disappointed when I replied just fine.
“Are you happy to be getting older?”

Happy?
Does one have a choice?
Is it getting older or getting younger?
If one is 60, one becomes 61 or 59?
No, it’s 61 or dying.

Getting older is fine by me.
I’m happy with another day.
When you’re 11, you can think getting older
Is not for me. I’ll marry mommy and be young forever.

I’d prefer older and tomorrow to
Staying young today and tomorrow.
Getting older and older is fine by me.
The alternative is dying, not getting finer.

The Phantom - A Poem by Ian Fletcher - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Phantom – A Poem by Ian Fletcher

My past is a gray phantom
that haunts me wherever I go
hoarding all of my memories
and the people I used to know
a specter who countenances
no resurrections at my bidding
from his dark abysmal vaults.

He feeds on my experiences
thus gaining strength as I age
weighing on the here and now
annihilating what is to come
the pull of his gravity drawing me
backward into a land of shadows.

One day soon he will envelop
me completely in his darkness
and we shall be extinguished
at the very moment of union
into everlasting nothingness.

Pharaoh - A Poem by Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Pharaoh – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Saw you somewhere in the abyss
centuries, age, did not matter, the sphinx somehow
bore the stone, heavy weight of launderous, byzantine stone,
rubric of history
saw you somewhere there
you, gentle as a Pharaoh.

The opposite of Everything Is True - A Poem by Stan Morrison - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The opposite of Everything Is True – A Poem by Stan Morrison

The opposite of everything is true
just look around for telltale clues
corporations don’t pay their share
hard work and talent get me nowhere
it’s just the same in every town
poverty and hatred still abound
we hallucinate on the American dream
while a small number get all the cream
unions are evil but not the banks
it’s time to vote and I say no thanks
we’re all on treadmills getting nowhere fast
how long do you think slavery’s gonna last
the revolution will not be televised

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