The Poets' Corner - Diary of Faith

Ethereal Love

5/10/2018

Ethereal Love

Out of every person in the world, it was you…
Out of all of the possible theorems in the world,
You were the one that was true.
Sacred like geometry.
This equation has been proved.
Holy for loving me in my entirety.

I would say that I'm happy I decided to love you,
but it wasn't my decision.
To love you was my soulright.
And even through the heartbreak,
and soulache along the way,
You were worth the wait.

Those love songs I dreamed to.
Melodies to our future memories.
Those words I wrote.
Preludes to this unbeknownst chemistry.
I still sneak a peak when you pass me.
My peripheral vision… at attention.
Frozen in disbelief.
Thawed in trust.
And I still blush when we touch…

No earthly entity could foresee,
The way you’d care for me.
The idea... of us was moving.
But the product… this union,
is an unassuming complexity.
Reserved and complicated.
Blessed and unadulterated.
Unparalleled and uninfiltrated.

Never letting our flexible souls mold to rigid bodies.
Humanistic instincts are eclipsed by the Godly.
More love, understanding, more listening and talking.
Less walking. Less ignoring, Less quitting.
Our spiritual freedom isn’t fleeting.
We are a constantly re-defining two.

Out of every soul in this world,
Mine was chosen to evolve with yours.
Companions, best friends, who chose to transcend.
To share,
Ethereal love.

May 2018

About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.

Faith Underwood

Focus is
everything.

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If Anyone Had a Heart

1/24/2018

Olutunde Olufemi is bringing you raw emotion in his poem, If Anyone Had a Heart. This work illustrates how unreciprocated love is a hard pill to swallow. Yet, as we know, it is one of many medicines of life. When taken correctly, it will make us stronger. Thank you Olutunde for sharing your words.

-Faith

IF ANYONE HAD A HEART

Baby as much as I want to be so deeply into you
I keep finding myself feeling disappointed
in the selfish things that you do
As if I mean nothing to you, and it really shows
In the way you act as if there is no love between us
or we are now just two passing shadows
Baby, I need to know if I'm wasting my time on you
Because I can't be with you pretending like I truly don't
care about you
Loving you the way I do, when you are being so cold
It feels like a knife cutting straight through the depths of my soul
That sometimes you make me wonder if I should just let you go
Give you the chance to be with someone new, eventhough
Loving you means so much more to me
That I rather set you free then to watch you keep on hurting me

Anyone had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and love me too
You, couldnt really have a heart
and hurt me
like you hurt me
and be so untrue

Everytime I find your warm eyes all over me
Even a blind man can see the love vibrating from deep within me
And how loving you means so much more
More than anything I ever felt from any woman before
When you are not around I find myself missing you
and can't seem to sleep
And it's crazy how you got me in so deep
That I can't stand it when there is strife
Knowing that I would protect your very soul and body with my own life
I just don't understand why you just can't see through me
And hear my heart calling out to you so desperately
I really don't understand what you want me to really do
Should I stay or should I just walk away from you
It's so unfair that I have to keep on trying to please you
When you don't care about the fact as a man that I have needs too

Anyone had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and love me too
You, couldnt really have a heart
and hurt me
like you hurt me
and be so untrue

You use to love that I could be your sunshine
In the midst of the rain
And how I could ease your mind when your heart
Was in pain
The touch of my warm hands all over your brown skin
But now you wanna treat me like im some kind of distant friend
Tell me is it someone else woman, I really need to know
Because no one wants to be in a relationship feeling like they're doing it solo
It hurts baby knowing that me and you don't vibe like we use to
So tell me what am I really suppose to do

Anyone who had a heart
would surely take me in her arms
and always love me
But why, why won't you
Anyone who had a heart
would love me too
No one gonna love you
like I do
No one going to make you feel
the way I do
No one, no one, no one, no no nooooooo

Olutunde Olufemi

2017

About the Poet

Olutunde, born in Atlantic City, New Jersey recounts an interview with PBS. "My writings are about making things matter. Making those invisible, intangible ideas and dreams materialize, things that you can touch, things that you can feel and become apart of!!" So far he has done that in five books (1995) Poems, Bullets & Blood, (1997) The River Is Overflowing With Words, (2008) Son Of A Warrior Griot, (2012) Love Psalms and (2016) Ofo Ase; The Power Of The Word

Facebook: Baba Tunde
Website: www.wixsite.com/poeticsoul70/tunde

Olutunde Olufemi

Whatever we believe about ourselves becomes manifested in our hearts and minds.

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Cross It

1/20/2018

We all bear burdens. I do believe that is is part of the human condition. However, it is the way we carry these burdens that affects us the most. Believe in yourself to the point of ascension. Know that no burden can weigh you down unless you allow it. Know that you can cross any troublesome sea. I have faith in you.

-Faith

I see you in a row boat.
In a sea of pain and fear.
In a sea of sorrow.
Everywhere around you is more water.
More worry.
And your arms are tired.
You're hungry.
You're thirsty.
And there is no nourishment around.
All you have is the sound of your thoughts.
"I'll never make it out."
The waves are more choppy than calm.
You are soooo exhausted.
There are even splinters in your palms,
from gripping your oars so tightly.

"But only if I had help...
I can't call for a rescue,
I have to do this on my own.
I can't fit anyone else in this boat. I can't let anyone know what is going on. They will think I'm weak. They might try to stop me. Break my oars or take them away. I might be safer if I stay away... from everyone... but it's so dark and I am alone."

But the darkness is your throne! We are taught to be afraid of it, the dark. It covers your royal frame. It's written all over your name. You are powerful. You are all encompassing. You are a leader to many daughters and sons. You will row over waves of depression, waves of being seen as unintelligent, waves of memories of mistreatment during your adolescence. You will row ashore and claim the land that is truly yours....

You will. My spirit tells me everyday. Your spirit calls for me. It says I need you, but your mouth never heeds you.

Yet, I see you....
With the wind whipping me.
With smeared eye liner.
I see you in that sea.
With worrisome eyes.
I know you see me.
A face full of want for your survival.
For a life full of joy.
For things you are entitled.

And when you step ashore,
And check out the lush land,
And feel the soft sand,
I know you'll release all your worries in a great roar.
And you'll finally be open to get all of the love you've been yearning for.....

Open your eyes.
Dot your i's.
Cross your t's.
Cross the sea that is your truth.
It's ain't nothing but a small sea.
Don't fear what's beneath.
Break this world's view of a curse.
What's a sea to the universe?

Cross it.

June 2016

About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.

Faith Underwood

This is a process.
It’s a journey.
Don’t rush.

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Respect

12/6/2017

Humble is the one who shows respect. And Melica Niccole is just that. Her poem, Respect, is an easy-flowing lesson in poetry history. She highlights many loved writers. Our mothers of the movements, Nikki Giovanni and Maya Angelou, as well as, cherished literature greats such as Edgar Allan Poe. This poem is all about recognizing the people who paved the way before us. May we never forget them as we pave our own. Thank you Melica for honoring them.

-Faith

Respect
I have to give respect where respect is due
This poetry thing has never been new
The greats before us paved the way for us
To lyrically flow and make a stand for us
We have to pay homage to the present and past
Because it’s with past that our presence last
See Nikki Giovanni was an active poet
Created different platforms for others to show it
Sonya Sanchez is world renowned
The love of language created beautiful sound
Edgar Allan Poe, the father of detective stories
The Raven was where he got his glory
Maya Angelou said “Still I Rise.”
Phenomenal Woman with her Eyes on the Prize
William Ernest Henley was a delectable soul
Master of his fate and captain of his soul
Amiri Baraka fought for the rights of his own
Poet, playwright, and very well-known
Sam Walter Foss wrote The House by the Side of the Road
Listening to that poem will never get old
Etheridge Knight did Poems from Prison
And this is where his name had risen
Gwendolyn Brooks won the Pulitzer Prize
highly influential and very wise
See these are the greats who we must acknowledge
And this right here is why we pay homage

Melica Niccole

2017
(Published in Renaissance of the Psyche)

About the Poet

Melica Niccole

Melica Niccole, born in Columbus Ohio, is known for her passionate writing style that engages readers and takes them on an emotional rollercoaster to life. Her dream big personality inspires others to continue moving toward their unceasing passion. She now resides in New Jersey where she continues to chase her dreams. Melica is a published author and has several degrees in health and fitness.

Twitter: @MelicaNiccole
Instagram: @MelicaNiccole

The only thing you can do is just be you; people will either love it or hate it. Either way, you are being true to yourself. So, love yourself, appreciate what you have, and transform opinions.

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Sunrise

9/5/2017

I love you like the sunrise.
Like energy derived from the sun.
You are the only one.
Oh solar soul,
The time can’t be told.
Of how long you will illuminate my life.
The numbers don’t exist.
And no one can ever kiss…
Me like you.
Oh how the others tried.
But no one shines like you.
Attractive and magnetic.
How can I forget it.
Your electricity excites me.
Radiating love.
Sweet sunrise.
In blue skies.
Around clouds.
Through rain.
A love you would never detain…
I’m sharing your love through me.
I’m letting the others see.
How your love shines on me.
Growing me.
Beholding me.

No rising has been the same since the day you came.
I love you like the…

Sunrise.

Faith

September 2017

About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner and the author TRIGGER.

Faith

Wake up. Manifest. Repeat.

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Such is Life

7/30/2017

What is the nature of love? Does it grow, wilt away, fall from trees, and blow away like leaves? Is it really meant to be? Tish Lauren perfectly portrays the falling out of love experience in her poem, Such is Life. In this life, we have many love experiences, but what we must remember is to learn from each and every one of them ....until we find the love that infinitely blooms. Thank you Tish for your soft words.

- Faith

Such is Life

Such is life.......
These three words have somehow become
my best friend and my worst enemy
I guess I should call it my frenemy
When I first spoke them it was like
Speaking life into me
Yet, now, somehow,
it's like I'm speaking the end of me
The end of what I believed in
instead of the beginning of what I wanted.
I believed in love at first sight,
Unbreakable connections,
Life and love didn't require any direction
Because .....
what's love if you have to have a road map?
I'd rather be lost in it,
happily lost, of course
Just me and him...and him and me.....
Wandering aimlessly in the streets
Not because we had nowhere to go
But, because it didn't matter
where we needed to be
And all the while,
I'd be chanting such is life.
I was freed of the requirements and misery
and the rules and regulations on how to play the game of love
But that chant, soon changed love.
It became the visions of spring leaves
no longer being green
Slowly changing to orange
and then brown
Falling slowly to the ground
Not even making a sound
The same way the carefree love I felt ended.
Quietly.
Like our time could no more be extended.
He wanted to break out the rule book
Time is up!
This type love isn't going to work for us.
That us, really meant him
there was no we in those leaves
falling from the trees
It was just me.
And,
in order to land softly on my feet,
in order to cushion the emotional strife
I had to chant again, while falling, such is life..... such is life.

Tish Lauren

2017

About the Poet

An imperfectly perfect creative spirit who loves all genres of art, but has always shared a close bond with unspoken thoughts. She believes that words not spoken aloud, but written on a page are the truest representation of self and the essence of who we are and what we believe to our core.

Instagram: @tish.lauren

Tish Lauren

"Living Mindfully"

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Seven Days

7/19/2017

They say patience is a virtue. I'd have to agree. David's poem, SEVEN DAYS, is a daily log of the In's and Out's of love and dating. His words are a reminder that love is surely more than a hashtag. Thank you David for this work of honesty.

- Faith

SEVEN DAYS

On Friday she was my baby,
On Saturday she was like maybe,
On Sunday we ain't even speak,
On Monday everything’s crazy.
Is it just me? Is it just me? I mean is it just me?
But relationships die fast these days,
Fall out of love faster than I can blink,
Fall out of love before I finish this drink,
Fall out of love before we even n'sync,
Fall out of love faster than I can I think,
Think of words needed to speak.
To remind you of what we could be.
What could it be?
What did you see?
Did something change?
Did I skip I beat?
Did I miss a post?
Did I miss a tweet?
I think we're a product of our generation,
We want our love on Netflix simulation,
Give me all your love right now,
Binge loving, there's no patience.
Then it's on to next,
What else is out, tell me what's next?
I Tivo'd our relationship, so I can skip through all the mess.
There's plenty of fish,
But the sea is rotten,
Forget to log in and you’re forgotten.
So you bounce over Tinder,
But those girls are far from tender,
Swipe left when you mean to swipe right,
Oh well, new girl up, no need to remember.
OK Cupid will leave you stupid,
So you Zoosk away for your Match,
And you’re just hoping for some Harmony,
So you get the perfect catch.
We've got that ADHD love,
Short attention span of the heart.
Is my point coming in clear?
Okay well let me back up and restart.
On Friday she was my baby,
On Saturday she was like maybe,
On Sunday we ain't even speak,
On Monday everything crazy.
On Tuesday not one word,
On Wednesday not one peep.
On Thursday only silence,
On Friday I hit delete.
Last Friday you were going strong,
This Friday got you weak,
This is short attention span love,
Only 7 days but what a hell of a week.

David Anthony

2015

About the Poet

David Anthony is an aspiring television & screenwriter, current web blogger, and online journalist specializing in sports related and men’s guide topics. He currently manages his own blog “Innocent Thoughts of a Guilty Man”, a blog dedicated to his love of poetry with artistic expression of his journeys through life and love. Born in New Brunswick, New Jersey, he now resides in Los Angeles, California.

Website: INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

David Anthony

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The Dreamer

7/7/2017

Life is all about Balance. We often forget that we must experience the bad with the good. Those experiences mold us and make us stronger. A.Z.'s poem is a story of not allowing unsavory circumstances to define your reality. Live a life led by your dreams or succumb to your nightmares? The choice is yours. Thank you A.Z. I happily share your gift.

-Faith

The Dreamer

She said that I'm the dreamer of the lot.
But what she doesn't know is that,
I live a nightmare.
So does that make me the screamer of the lot?
I bite my nails and tug at my hair nervously,
A lot.
Got bags under my eyes fuller then the ones that fill your trunk out in the parking lot .
Ears clogged I can't hear the beat.
So I don't move my feet.
So my rhythm is off spot.
I'm July's heat on an August night so I can't help but be real hot.
See my dreams ain't always came true .
But somehow most of my nightmares do.
So for peace I'm pleading alot.
I'm the offspring of an awful thing.
I'm a date rape baby.
So my mama can't help but hate me.
Her aunt promised to take me.
But she be lying a lot.
Mama had to keep me so she be trying a lot.
I grew up hearing her crying a lot.
And for a child that makes you feel like you dying a lot.
At 15 I harnessed my anger tried to tame it.
An I started to plot.
I was going to have fame even if you didn't know my name
See I came from pain, hurt and blame,
Dirt and shame.
And the nightmares they come still,
Make me sit up in bed and become a screamer ....but I lock them away
Because today I choose to be a....
Dreamer.

A.Z. Hall

July 2017

About the Poet

A.Z. was born and raised in Macon, GA. She grew up reading the works of the Harlem Renaissance writers and wrote her 1st poem at twelve. She is a nursing assistant as well as a natural hair stylist. She prides herself on being the mother of the most amazing seventeen year old daughter.

A.Z. Hall

Poetry for me is the blood that flows through my soul.

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Love Journey

6/29/2017

Can I talk one time about this feeling?
Can I get chatty, bat my lashes, and get swaggy?
Lick my lips... and get sassy?

K.

How you a feeling I never had yet you so familiar?
Unseen glimpses of you paint the walls of my mind.
How peculiar…
And I want to do you…
Right that is.

And I…

I pray that we banish evil forces that are against us.
Let them blow away like granules of sand on the beach.
St. Lucia vibing.
Like the soft sands underneath our feet.
May they never beseech…
These Holy Grounds.

Cause….

This sh** is religious.
Biblically, we are the Masters and not the servants.
Universally, we are Gods and Goddesses.
Oh so deserving of the highest praise.

That’s why…

My eyes praise your skin.
I praise the way you breathe in.
The way you stay alive and live to fight another day.
I praise your eyes before you kiss my lips.
I’m in love with every beat of your heart.

I move to the rhythm of your beautiful soul.
I don’t care where we go…
As long as we keep going.

You’re taking me on a new Journey.
A journey that I pray never ends.

Faith

June 2017

About the Poet

Faith is the curator of The Poets' Corner.

Faith U.

The universe is amazing. God is amazing. I am amazing. I am happy. I am blessed.

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How Much More Can I Bear?

5/28/2017

Don't get stuck. Sometimes we get stuck in our own fog. Nyisha's poem is a prayer for the removal of fear, worry, and doubt. We must never forget that those emotions will hold us back. There is so much sky beyond the fog. Take off and fly free. Thank you Nyisha for sharing your words.

-Faith

How much more can I bear?

In this life, many times
I've known poverty, distress,

Lack and limitation,

But how much more can I bear?

My tears salt my food, leaving trails of pain tattooed on my face.

Hope is lost in the shadows of my fear.

Faith is frozen beneath the icy stones of doubt.

I want to give up.

How much more can I bear?

I am not strong enough to do this alone.

How much more can I bear?

Dear God,
I need to feel your grace and mercy
I am alone and fear has defeated me.

I've been lost without light
Enlighten me Father.

Deliver me...
Hold my hand, hear my plea.

Take this pain away so that I may feel peace .

Father be my peace.

Be my Armor to fight this battle.

Bring out the warrior within me,
removing all fear, doubt, and worry from my heart.

Restore my faith and hope.

Restore my soul and make me whole again.
Your child.

Nyisha Henry

2016

About the Poet

Nyisha is from Macon, GA. She is a poet, a writer, and a photographer. She's been writing poetry since 2001.

Facebook: Social Fly Photography
Instagram: @the_poetic_shooter

Nyisha H.

Every day I still work on perfecting the gifts God provided for me, and I am C.H.A.N.G.E, that is Creating Harmony Among Negros for Generations Eternally.

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Faith Underwood, Curator

Writer. Poet. Lover.

I'm sure that poetry was my first writing love.
It was already in me and then I ran into, Nikki.
Nikki Giovanni, and maybe a little Sister Soldier.
Such beautiful words. The flows, behold her.
My love for words and rhymes increased as I grew.
While listening to the realest Lauryn Hill,
And a whole bunch of Erykah Badu.
My writing hands were sprinkled with tunes of Aaliyah.
And Alicia. And Anita Baker.
Missy Elliot was the hottest on the block.
Singing is it the way to my words..
Like the songstress Jill Scott.
TLC bodied the sexy in me.

So I now bring my own words of inspiration. Words of meditation. Words to get you thinking bout that night. Words to help you feel alright. Words to... share parts of me. I pray that you receive them readily.

FAITH U.

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