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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.

A post shared by Poetry. (@thepoets.corner) on Jul 7, 2017 at 11:01am PDT

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Love Journey

6/29/2017

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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.

A post shared by Poetry. (@thepoets.corner) on Jun 27, 2017 at 7:21pm PDT

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How Much More Can I Bear?

5/28/2017

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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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Ain't Nothing Like It

5/13/2017

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Ain't nothing like jumping into a sea of your wishes.
Ain't nothing like choosing to trust your feelings.
Ain't nothing like giving way to your ambitions.
Ain't nothing like listening to your intuition.

Ain't nothing like breaking free.
Ain't nothing like creating what you want to see.
Ain't nothing like it.
I tried to fight it.
But it just wasn't me.
Even when I tried.
I couldn't ignore all the voices inside.
Telling me to take the road way less traveled.
Telling me to ignore the outside voices...
That say it's way more hassle.
That say go and work for someone else.
The ones telling me not to believe in myself.
Telling me to go apply for that job.
Instead of telling me to go create one of my own.
I'm tired of singing that popular song, "I was laid off."

So I quit.

I won't lay me off.
But I will fire the old me.
That scary girl is history.
I asked her, "what you come for?
Cause if you don't want more...
Then you can't sit with me."

Honey you better be...
Ready.

To only live faithfully.
And I pray that anyone and anything that tries to block my faith be removed.

Ain't nothing like living the life that you choose. That you want. Not the one forced on you.

Ain't nothing like it.

Epilogue

Ode to Faith

Ain't nothing like it.
The feeling of Faith.
It's wrapped all around me.
It forever astounds me.
It continually crowns me.
When I forget that I'm a queen.

Faith, you are my everything.

Faith Underwood

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Looking For Poets!

5/10/2017

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I'm looking for poets who want to share their work and be featured on the site. Send a brief bio, a poem to be featured, a picture, and your social media names for a shout-out! Email link below.

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