Poet of the week January 10th 2018
+karen hines This week we celebrate our dear friend and poet Karen Hines, always such an amazing source of encouragement and support within the communities, her poetry truly takes the reader on some amazing journeys. This weeks poem came from a darker place than usual, one that took great courage and I suspect the ripples of that courage will be felt by many. Congratulations Karen ♥
Dark Memories
It's ancient history now,
But the memories are as fresh
As the morning dew.
When he said you belong to me,
I thought it was out of love;
He was obsessed, I had no clue.
It was the literal meaning,
I was a slave to his commands,
Black eyes, broken bones,
If he was denied.
He made a mule of me, too;
Dangerous excursions on foreign soil,
Pistol in my mouth while I cried.
I convinced myself not to run;
Hid behind needles and drink.
My total destruction had begun.
I don't know how I could love him,
He turned me into a shell of myself.
But, love him, I did, in more ways than one.
I made all the usual excuses,
Family and friends saw through my lies;
They wanted him to go far away.
By then I was captive to his world,
Dependent on my cravings he doled out,
Yet, he'd withhold on any given day.
I was distraught, paranoid, a ghost;
Driving one day, a shotgun in my ear,
Another day, a fist to the face.
I still don't remember how I got away,
But I'm alive and the dark memories
haunt me...I guess a higher power
Thought me worthy of redeeming grace.
Karen Hines © Jan. 2018
Special Mentions
+Chris Frazier
+gutter punk
+Shenelle Seve
+Mark Rushing
Such amazing poets, your presence is felt and appreciated within the community!
From the POETS team, well done everyone, another amazing week of creativity spilling across keyboards, through screens and out into the big wide wilderness of life
Criteria for Poet of the Week Selection:
1. The poet has not been PoW recently.
2. The poet has written a great and original poem.
3. The poet spends some time reading and commenting to encourage and support other members.
4. Mastery of the the language in which the poet writes is also important, although we should make some allowances in terms of spelling/grammar for people using English as a second language.
A huge welcome to all our new members this week, from the POETS team
Prompts
Monday - #poetsphotoprompts
Wednesday - #poetslineprompts
Saturday and Sunday - #POETSFLASHBACKWEEKEND
These are not contests, they are simply a way to expand your inspiration, interaction and to have some poetic fun.
Submissions now being taken for POETS first ebook.
Theme: Love, sensual, desire, lust.
Closing date January 31st 2018
No images.
Please email me your submission
karenhayward78@gmail.com
+karen hines This week we celebrate our dear friend and poet Karen Hines, always such an amazing source of encouragement and support within the communities, her poetry truly takes the reader on some amazing journeys. This weeks poem came from a darker place than usual, one that took great courage and I suspect the ripples of that courage will be felt by many. Congratulations Karen ♥
Dark Memories
It's ancient history now,
But the memories are as fresh
As the morning dew.
When he said you belong to me,
I thought it was out of love;
He was obsessed, I had no clue.
It was the literal meaning,
I was a slave to his commands,
Black eyes, broken bones,
If he was denied.
He made a mule of me, too;
Dangerous excursions on foreign soil,
Pistol in my mouth while I cried.
I convinced myself not to run;
Hid behind needles and drink.
My total destruction had begun.
I don't know how I could love him,
He turned me into a shell of myself.
But, love him, I did, in more ways than one.
I made all the usual excuses,
Family and friends saw through my lies;
They wanted him to go far away.
By then I was captive to his world,
Dependent on my cravings he doled out,
Yet, he'd withhold on any given day.
I was distraught, paranoid, a ghost;
Driving one day, a shotgun in my ear,
Another day, a fist to the face.
I still don't remember how I got away,
But I'm alive and the dark memories
haunt me...I guess a higher power
Thought me worthy of redeeming grace.
Karen Hines © Jan. 2018
Special Mentions
+Chris Frazier
+gutter punk
+Shenelle Seve
+Mark Rushing
Such amazing poets, your presence is felt and appreciated within the community!
From the POETS team, well done everyone, another amazing week of creativity spilling across keyboards, through screens and out into the big wide wilderness of life
Criteria for Poet of the Week Selection:
1. The poet has not been PoW recently.
2. The poet has written a great and original poem.
3. The poet spends some time reading and commenting to encourage and support other members.
4. Mastery of the the language in which the poet writes is also important, although we should make some allowances in terms of spelling/grammar for people using English as a second language.
A huge welcome to all our new members this week, from the POETS team
Prompts
Monday - #poetsphotoprompts
Wednesday - #poetslineprompts
Saturday and Sunday - #POETSFLASHBACKWEEKEND
These are not contests, they are simply a way to expand your inspiration, interaction and to have some poetic fun.
Submissions now being taken for POETS first ebook.
Theme: Love, sensual, desire, lust.
Closing date January 31st 2018
No images.
Please email me your submission
karenhayward78@gmail.com
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