January 5, 2014 at 9:28 am (Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: expression, family, fools, grief, life, love, poem, poetry, writer, writing
By: Rhonda Nemri
Photograph painted and photo edited By: Rhonda Nemri
I mustn’t show my tears. Or else the fools will chatter.
I mustn’t show my smile. Or else the fools will chatter.
I mustn’t grief out loud. Or else the fools will chatter.
I must show my tears. Or else the fools will chatter.
I must show my smile. Or else the fools will chatter.
I must grief out loud. Or else the fools will chatter.
Yes the fools will always chatter. With chatter they speak as fools, and fool you to believe they stand beside you as if you’re a fool. But indeed the fool will always be a fool, full of ignorance.
August 17, 2013 at 5:19 pm (Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: creative, family, life, loss, love, peace, poem, poetry, rhymes, words, writing
By: Rhonda Nemri
Photograph taken by Rhonda Nemri
Lying there with your eyes closed and your cold delicate skin, I see you but can’t feel your touch. Throwing myself at you with tears rushing down my face, dripping to the cold ground.
Catching the last moment of your presence as I press my warm face against yours and sing you a song that once was heard.
Revealing my story to you in the last moment before the doors shut. Staring in the eyes of the lost souls, feeling their pain, but nothing can be done.
Consoling one as I feel the wind knocking me down. Creating visionaries in ones mind as we lose the branch off the tree of life.
Whispering voices, crying eyes.
Look around, touch the ground. Fall in hurt, reach for support. Crazy scenes, loud full screams. Stop the ride, feeling to confide.
Moved away quick as they give one last look. Running back to just hold you in that split moment I’m shook.
Soil is moved for your rest. Feeling this urge to fall apart, as the dirt shall fall, and the grass will sprout.
Digging with my bare hands, as I visit your long stay. Feeling this pain that won’t go away. Dig, dig ,dig, but I don’t go far. As I stop the dreaming and walk to my car.
I look one last moment before I leave, and pass through the gates as I weep.
Your memory is in my mind throughout the day. As I place my hand to my broken heart, and hum this way.
As the sun shines I feel your smile. I hope this feeling will stay for a while. I rest my eyes through the night. As I wake things don’t feel right.
The final thoughts are of this life, without a moment of you things don’t feel right.
November 30, 2012 at 8:07 pm (Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: abuse, creative writing, desire, despair, feminism, freedom, life, love, oppressed, oppression, passion, passions, poem, poems, poetry, speech, success, women, writing
By Rhonda Nemri
Passing that moment in my life that tries so hard to bring the hurt to me for my wants.
Standing still looking around fighting to see the freedom I have been longing for.
You stand there over me with your hurtful words, and your abusive sentiments that you call love. This is your victory.
I am trembling in hurt, and all there is, is myself that keeps me going in this life.
The freedom that I shall see is none other than the ability to speak, the ability to be heard, and the ability to decide my destiny without any faults.
Oh how you choose my weakness for your happiness. You have toyed with me like a child, yet I am not. You have toyed with me as if I am helpless, and not full of life, yet there is life to be seen. Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive.
I struggle to be prosperous in this wretched life, but all that prosperity is, is for me to be submissive in your eyes. I shall hope to live the life I long for, but due to your loss of compassion, and your loss of love for life, you have kept me shielded. You have tormented me in your moments of despair, because despair is all you feel.
Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss. For I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.
Oh how I tremble in hurt, and all you see is anguish.
Oh how I tremble in hurt and all you do is despise me.
Oh how I tremble in sufferings and all you do is stand above me and slash at the wounds I never longed for.
Oh how the oppressions of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss. I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.
I plea for a better tomorrow, but all I have to live for is today. For I shall always remember the unsubtly words you threw at me while I curled up in my thoughts of loss.