Will we be destroyed in the end? Learn how to write a poem about Broken and share it! Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me. Feeling the icy kick, the endless waves 1. Or alive and well? A Lost Soul unable to heal herself but willing to heal me. One sister CeCe, three brothers, big Al, Steve and Gabriel, starting to see things I could not explain. The things of this world The things of this world frail wicker coracle. They fight to survive and for their lives they do pray. They used to be so beautiful and proud, The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. I just want God's love This piece is about faith and the hope that there's a purpose to all of the twists and turns. For once you lose your faith or all hope, you also lose your ability to cope. I've always struggled with negative thinking and self-loathing, so finally being able to learn to love and accept ME was a huge step forward. There was alcapurrias, flan, tembleque, chuletas, morcilla, asopao, pastelon, pastels, albondigas, mofongo, mondongo, chicharron de pollo and every type of sweats from caf coloa. and grandmother before me. Long before Columbus, Hernando Cortez, Long before Spanish Lords. "Tulips" by Sylvia Plath Touch so soft and sweet. My wish for that child who is. #willtowin #winnerwinner #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #memoir #memoirs #poetrybook #poetrybooks #empowered #empoweredempath #icandoit #icandothis #resilient #poemsdaily #poemsofig #poemoftheday #poemofinstagram, "TIRED" - This is a reading of a poem from my new memoir "Will To Win." According to Dr. Deci, from the perspective of self-determination theory, what is the impact of feedback on motivation? All because of huge burdens I hide until they overwhelm me. Reaching around my life, I moved my arms I will never know the feeling of the sky, before castration of our cultures and histories. Often I go to bed as soon after dinner Are the things I crave Darkness everywhere whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free not wanting to live anymore and wanting to die, Only those who've accepted God's Holy Grace each bouncing off my window. Poems, pizza, power and progress, purr. 'Broken' Wings broken. I make jokes and conversations to try and be supportive, even while addled by adversity and gut-wrenching pains. Or the bruises that appeared on the sides of their necks. Analyzed, surmised, concentrated, recreated, Who are the real thieves, the real criminals, Hypocrisy, animosity, racial tensions between you and me, A lyrical poet whose mission is to stimulate, So if you are blind Im-a let you be blind, But if you can see step to the light and open your mind, Jim Crow and Willie Lynch still seem to thrive, More subtle now days wouldnt dare say nigger or spic, Cause things always arent what they seem, Or censorship wont cut you no record deal, And my brethren out on the street fight for a hot meal, But like the wheel it all comes back around, The revolution will be won on the underground, Its time to break the chains of five hundred years of oppression, Pick up a book and learn your own lessons, And you wont see me celebrate Columbus Day, Cause Columbus didnt make no damn discovery, O lets thank the Europeans alone for establishing this great nation,, When browns, Blacks, people of color have been its foundation, I aint speaking hate I am talking knowledge, All this coming from someone with one semester of college, But its hard to earn the respect of others, But thats the problem, no respect for the past or the present, Delores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Corky Gonzales, Brother Malcolm, all on the front line of the movement. stitched on and their heads pasted. For Rafael Cancel Miranda, Andres Figueroa Cordero. Broken Wing By: Will Reyes The Poem The Poem I feel like a bird with a broken wing Damaged by all the bad I've seen I want to fly away with you and feel new things But I get frustrated I can't yet, so I let off steam Sometimes I feel trapped, up on a beam High above a crowded more Prezi 11k followers More information of regrets come and find me empty. And Satan's sting Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. But I will not be the Devil's slave. Sarah Boston, Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes By And before you can order it, you have to decide what you want. Life, society / Slowly she walks forward and takes my hand. It is painful but beautiful. Touch so soft and sweet. Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator. A melody only meant for my ears, just those three words are my song. Featured Shared Story All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. And they will say One Nation Under God, Nuclear war, acid rain, and the sky turning gray, The daily pounding of violence and urban decay, Babies will be conceived and killed on the same day, Soon they will be infected by mans society, Religious theology, political policy and sly-cology., I can remember her name was Erica a pretty brown skinned girl, She had two children Tinisha and Anthony they were her whole world, But Erica had many secrets she would hold, I would see her often over by the laundry mat, We would just sit back in the shade drink a Pepsi and chat, She would go on about her dreams and how she wanted, A man with money and drove a baby blue Cadillac, How often they forgot she was someones daughter, It was cool with me though I understood her logic, I knew the secrets that she held inside and I knew her story, Leave her at home alone at the age of two, Dropped out of school and said Fuck the lessons!, At the age of thirteen she started laying with, Any fast-talking hustler who would have her, By fifteen she was with this abusive cat that, There was no one around to tell her to leave him, She was too in love with new clothes, cash, Sixteen with a child she didnt know what to do, But Erica saw the world in one color and that color was blue, Five holes in his skull from the blast of a gun, Erica had a child to take care of and another one, And the stresses of being a single mother, And without it she received a slave lashin, Her life was crashin with no hope in sight, To crack cocaine and could barely manage to fight, But Erica only saw the world in one color and that color was blue, That Erica had turned to the oldest profession, What was a one time thing took a progression, So she went and got tested for immune deficiency, She did not believe in the tests accuracy, Erica only saw the world in one color and that color was blue, Erica would lay out on the street and just stare, She begged for money but no one wanted to hear, She was no longer a mother daughter aunt or wife, The cycle was inevitable and was destined to continue, Only saw the world in one color and that color was blue, In the beginning when woman and man were nothing more than in, There was an unreal peace over all the inhabitants of the Earth, And yet God wanted to be loved and cherished, And man to sit alongside each other as caretakers of the Earth, And amidst all the creations of her heart, She placed man and woman above all and gave them free will, But alas, out of mankinds free will came the ability to question, And from the tree of knowledge came the evils of mans heart, Over time man multiplied and no longer saw each other as brothers, But as intruders on land that God created for all creatures, And man did not listen to the one Creator, Now man made their own gods and died for stone, Man died for land that was not theirs to own, And killed over the land that God created, Throughout the land metal swords and iron shields, Brother against brother, clan against clan, and tribe against tribe, Suffering was imposed on those who were weak, And the Earth soaked with red from the blood of man, Over time man developed and created more weapons, From stones and spears, bows and swords, shields and crossbows, Came a black powder and from that powder came muskets, cannons, and rifles, For religion, principle, country and in the name of God conquered nations, And created weapons and machines of mass destruction, And man killed and imprisoned and murdered one another, Only this time the toll of death was like never before seen, The whole world went to war twice in less than forty years, From the rifle came rapid firing rifles developed into machine guns, And from steel and iron came machines never before seen, Jeeps, tanks, and planes missiles and land mines, grenades, It could destroy all of creation by the push of a button, And man developed more and more advanced weapons of mass destruction, Man created missiles that could be fired thousands of miles away. I was ready to collapse, but instead I stood tall and started to find my way. Experiencing pain, struggle, chaos and fear make life seem impossible sometimes, but I'm deeply thankful for community, camaraderie, faith and hope. Group of answer choices feedback boosts motivation by allowing the choice to. Mankind's Idols are the devil's lies. If left uncorrected, our assumptions and toxic tendencies can wreak havoc on our entire lives. that strangling As high as the mountains, as high as the stars. Broken Wings You pushed her so hard, to fly as high as she could. The dog digs at the couch, Keep an eye on your inbox. Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut. I had to learn to love and rely on myself, no matter the outcome. Each physical copy of my new memoir comes with a free bookmark. All rights reserved. The italicized portions represent different inner voices and narratives about me, based on the perspective of each one. Broken Wings A bird cannot fly with broken wings So much sadness those wings will bring Heal those broken wings birdie, then you'll fly Flapping those wings gracefully, heading for the sky~~~ 4 Lines - Broken Wings I'm running a new series of contests (until my points run out!) Go home spic, pick pick, pick which child will go with you and which will stay, Go home spic, pick pick, pick who your babies will stay with. Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride, Yet so beautiful. Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. I always felt shell-shocked, stuck in mental quicksand as I struggled to make sense of the chaos that enveloped me. How to negotiate As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me although you're olderand white and somewhat more free. 28 years in prison as a Puerto Rican Political Prisoner. WE ARE(Lyrics and poems)composed and createdBy: REYESWe AreWe are the wretched of the Earth, We are spics, niggers, wetbacks, beaners and pork chops, Culture creators cut across communal skies, We are community builders stopping gentrification, Bastardly speaking forgotten in a new land and ancient land, We are Irish, German, Arab, Jewish, Muslim, We the Brown Berets and the Chicano movement, We are Venezuelan and the Bolivarian Revolution, We are Zocalo and Batey Urbano in Chicago. Of all we celebrated and prepared for the next days work, She told me my son open your mind to the book of Revelation, One power will not appreciate the differences of my creations, There will be fear of the end of civilization, A unit that can relay messages to every .com, TV, and radio station, Will succumb to the others visualization. Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. as if their little legs were only A shiny new car is a pretty thing. #selfhate #selfloathing #depressionquoutes #depressionawareness #depressionsupport #depressionandanxiety #depressionisreal #willreyes #willtowin #mentalhealthwarrior #mentalhealthisimportant #mentalhealthart #poetryoftheday #poetryforthesoul #poetrybooks, "BURDENS" Today's poem is called "Burdens" and it's taken from my new memoir "Will To Win." faith, religion. Why did I have to be so far away? Course Hero is not sponsored or endorsed by any college or university. Do you struggle to not be impatient? Wrists scarred and bleeding. It hasn't been easy. 2. And add to the old and create a new fraction? A post shared by Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry). I had lived a life of avoidance and timidity, my fears of abandonment and co-dependency forcing me to fold and contort to a life of constant people-pleasing. When looked upon by a pair of eyes. And Satan's sting I'm finally learning to embrace myself in all facets and forms. The "DETOUR" bookmark was photographed and designed by @retOne . way that they dressed. When Children's Book Authors Don't Like Children's Books. . Just God's forgiveness Are the things that I crave Go home and writea page tonight. #prayersup #prayers #poetrycommunity #poetryislove #poetrydaily #willtowin #writtenbywill #selfpublishing #memoir #memoirs #memoirwriting #poemsaboutlife, URGENCY - This poem is two pages and it's featured in my new memoir "Will To Win." He works in music industry promotions and digital media and has a degree in Journalism. Were you touched by this poem? Was this the place that was in his dream? I cannot imagine your pain or dismay, but I pray that your incentive is to live for today. Copyright 1994 by the Estate of Langston Hughes. Do you ever feel like your own worst enemy? Why couldn't I help? I don't need something The book is a story of perseverance and triumph, told through the lens of mental health struggles and more. The ants are in great pain Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the author. Tears for the massacres, broken treaties, diseases, Tears for the murdered Mexicans lynched, hung, dragged, cut, and shot, Tears for those who worked the large sugar, And coffee plantations and never had a chance to taste either, Tears for the cries of independence and freedom on September 16th 1810, Tears for the Grito de Lares September 23rd 1868, Tears for Betances and Segundo Ruiz Belvis, And for all of those who fought tyranny injustice and treachery, Tears for Albizu Campos in and out of prison for more than 25 years, Tears for the radiation his body was exposed to like, Children of Vieques crying contaminated tears for lost souls. Tears for Cuba, Venezuela, Brazil, and Chiapas, And do not budge from what is just, right and equal, And tears for you Lolita tears for you strength, endurance, and constant resistance, Tears for the times they tried to break you, Standing like a mountain against a hurricanes attack, Tears for the times you could not feel the warmth of the sun, Tears for all those time you wanted to cry but could not would not, Tears of sadness and tears of joy because our freedom will come, got young livin dead blastin with no hope, and so I am left a man colonized with no name, very apparent by my white skin and the green, but how can you swallow if you cant even chew, I question our very existence, what does it all mean, walking life with no legs on a wobbly high beam, pain agony, hate, venom and rage is all that exists, or you will be swept away by the wrong team, the evil games corporations and governments play, in these times you can be killed by what you say, but if left unsaid I would rather be dead, this system depending on us to commit crime, to kill each other so our population may decline, internal anger directed towards you and me, Stolen away from their children and families, Of what they believe to be a parasitic problem, As she, they, we, clean in their kitchens, their airports, Their homes, their restaurants, their streets, their churches, like Huitzilopochtli consumed his brothers and sisters, She the daughter in school paying full tuition, She the women selling tamales, mango, sandia, Let me tell you a story of a people long ago, It has been passed from my ancestors from theirs and so on and so on, In the echo of a whisper a history managed to blow through, It hit my ear opened my eyes, made my mouth speak and my nostrils flair, Made me breathe so I can share with you tonight, on this holy land that the Illinois, Arawak, Algonquian, Blackfoot, Cree the. It's a struggle I live with daily, but I continue to improve with therapy, exercise, productivity and honest self-reflection. Breathing gets harder and I began to shake. Insurance man, he did not payHis insurance lapsed the other dayYet they got a satin boxfor his head to lay. (I hear New York, too.) Today I recognize my greatness and my potential, while actively working to keep growing. Broken Wings Prev Poem Next Poem Crying Poem Poem About Being Trapped With Broken Memories I wrote this poem because I was depressed, and it helps get the emotions out of me. #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #spokenwordartist #spokenwords #spokenwordpoet #toxic #toxicrelationships #toxicpeople #toxicmemes #toxicrelationship #selfloveclub #growingupshy #poetryofig #depressionsupport #depressionart #poetryreading #poetryreels, "COMMIT" This carousel features a full piece from my new memoir "Will To Win." Whitney Fancher, Wondering Why Am I Here By Get the Poem of the Day delivered right to your phone! I designed the "WINNER" bookmark to symbolize mastering the foundational values I feel lead to success, like a winning ticket for life. Lost By This piece is about the positive moments of clarity and progress. Mewho?Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.I like a pipe for a Christmas present,or recordsBessie, bop, or Bach.I guess being colored doesn't make me not likethe same things other folks like who are other races.So will my page be colored that I write? in order to push away Luring me in to your flames. Who am I? fight every day. Wings broken. You can read about that journey and relate to the struggles in my new memoir, available as a hard copy or E-book. Hit me up for a copy or to answer any questions. Anybody else moody? "Broken Wing" by @WrittenByWill View this post on Instagram A post shared by Will Reyes "Broken Wing" (@writtenbywill) 3. No matter how hard or curvy the road to get here has been, I'm ready to win. Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. Wrists scarred and bleeding. Broken and scared. Where did they getThem two fine cars? I wrote this poem to describe just a fraction of that madness, with the hopes that others who struggle with these issues know they're not alone. It's about suffering because of my toxic traits and the negative behaviors I learned. Don't give me a house on a hill and they cry out as they hit I wrote a poem called "Rush" in my new memoir "Will To Win" to describe my own struggles with rushing things. Are the things that I crave Hard lessons that gave me intangible wisdom. Her warmth shatters the cold and stops the bleeding. I'm committed to my growth. As those words leave your lips and reach my ears, I will smile through the tears. A shiny new car is a pretty thing Working hard on yourself and growing for personal development is the best kind of foundational love. I was born with a broken wing. Hosts of our minds we are all searchin' for a solution, our identities, histories, traditions, and children, we see a just world but we cant seem to build one, practicing this future is harder then it looks, And let me tell you I enjoyed tasting every flavor, A picture of two that should have been three, I pray to God every day that you may forgive me, If you can hear this please, please dont blame mommy, Yes its true she was my light and my life, I was just too immature to ask her to be my wife, I could not supply to either of your needs, All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind, I need to find a solution. I can remember thinkin, But it seemed the only place I found peace, And there you would be an angel to greet me with, Many times people see what they want to see, Their perception of reality is dictated by the industry, So if you are blind, Im -a let you be blind, But if you can see, step to the light and open your mind. It's about life, our goals and the passage of time. The things of this world Talk to me #poemsdaily #patiencequotes #patienceisavirtue #patienceiskey #patienceisprogress #patience #mentalhealthadvocate #mentalhealthquotes #mentalhealthblogger #mentalhealthhelp #willtowin #authorcommunity #impatient #impatience, "WILL TO WIN" - This is the title piece from my new memoir "Will To Win" and it marks an important part of my healing journey: self-acceptance. Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly. This poem is about confronting fears and reality, no matter how devastating they may be. But now they hang around me like a black shroud, the same things other folks like who are other races. Fine as wine! A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance. But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart? I'. #writtenbywill #willtowin #depressionquoutes #depressionposts #depressionpoems #relationshipstruggles #relationshipsbelike #toxicrelationships #toxicrelationship #imtired #tiredoftrying #tiredofthebullshit #tiredaf, WILL REYES - I've struggled to understand myself my whole life.
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