Poetry: Survivors 21 Articles

by Samantha Pratt-Tyler

Shattered A life shattered by physical, emotional and sexual abuse, I find pieces of myself surrounding me. I tenderly pick up the pieces and look at them; I wonder if I will ever be whole again. How can I be so s...read more

by Rosemary Howell

The River's Mist I was once on a river Flowing on my way through life And then the adults started To put their own courses ahead of mine Each of their defilements Put a heavy weight upon me And then I hit the wa...read more

by Reverend Ashira Goddard

Whenever Whenever he is near Whenever his voice is heard Panic Fear My heart races My mind pounds I can't - don't dare My chest won't expand I want to run and hide Intimidated Scared to make him mad His wrath...read more

by Danielle Grace Scott

"Broken Wing" How sad the broken wing Hopping in circles Two wings broken Self Pity is harsh No air, demise Employ you to make new wings with the love of children the strength of horses and the words of friends...read more

by Ann Marie Dwyer

A yellowed envelope in my hand from another time, a total other life, but it seems like only yesterday. His brown hair was short. His shirt had a patch: Western Union. Mother knew why he had come that Thursday. I h...read more

by Paul Curtis

DID YOU FIGHT IN THE WAR DADDY? Did you fight in the war daddy? My mother asked my grandpa He only answered shortly yes She had picked at an old scar She jumped for joy and hugged him And gave out a great hurrah ...read more

by Ramachandramurthy VS Indurthi

That little big shriek, a pleasure to heed Never known other than pro cry in need Hunger of infant beyond charity indeed Pretty but tender deep in fact Grasping senses to instant act Go and get feed thrill that tot ...read more

by Kathryn Hatzenbuhler

LOST & ANGRY Lost and Angry All alone Full of shame with no home Empty Angry shriveled skin wander lonely Can't fit in So much to say without a voice sacrificed without a choice Empty Angry rotted within i...read more

by Ebele Mogo

Sweat, Blood, Tears It seemed to be his burden And yet his calling For why was it he only Left to tell this story? Wouldn't the thought of an attempt Be enough sign of contempt Unintended, albeit How can I do justice to ...read more

by Kathleen Delicato

WITNESS I see them on the news- The neighbors of the victims Of tragic losses. The home burned, Blown apart by winds, Ruined by floods. They look at the camera, Report what they saw As the survivors sift Thro...read more

by Kelly White

Left crying Hearts broken Pain at its peak A release can't be found Answers they seek Death left them not feeling a thing A smile on their face Wind under wing Heading for glory Wondrous and bright Being drawn ...read more

by Sarah Torribio

Resilience My heart is perforated, but at least it's double-ply. It takes a beating without bleeding- guess it doesn't want to die.read more

by Sallie Sisk

There was a crash out on sixteen fifty five. It cut thu us all just like a dull knife. They said on the radio just one survived. All the rest got a helicopter ride. One was scaped and the other just bleed ...read more

by Colette Marks

Her Eulogy for the Fallen "My brother breathed last on an ancient road" She said, while pointing east towards some lost spot "in a place so far who would've thought His brief life ending avoiding a toad." Her te...read more

by Tom Zart

THE MURDEROUS HAND OF MAN War I hate, though not men, flags nor race, But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave, which die, Then we're not fit to greet those who cry. What distinguishe...read more

by Sara Jurisic

Every time she tries to stand up and fight He beats her again until she is on the ground. She tries with all she has got. Fighting for her children, Fighting for her life. She wants to survive. The pain she hold...read more

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by David Wood

new york run hot , summer days were colder than expected , Broadway , Bronx , battery park heat come from the west tower that melted away a building I work in crumbled , rum...read more

by Angela Armer

Still Standing Picking up the pieces of my broken past Carefully sifting and lifting As though they were jagged shards of glass That could cut down deep into my soul So much has changed since those days Memories ...read more

by Deepak Pillai

TURN BACK MY LIFE. Memories of my dead past Still live and vital Reminds me very often Questions me in solitude Where did I loose? The sweetness of mother's milk Where did I loose? The compassion of father's...read more

by Chris Dixon

Cant stop this rage inside me or control the anger within. Afraid its taking over, wishing the light would come in. Wanting Jesus to hold me and wipe away my tears. Release me from this agony, erase the memories and...read more