It's a struggle I live with daily, but I continue to improve with therapy, exercise, productivity and honest self-reflection. I was born with a broken wing. I have never felt whole, but rather a combination of contradictory characters who all answer to my name. On minorities to see the outcome of A.I.D.S. When you buy through these links, we may earn an affiliate commission. Sarah Boston, Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes By Broken Wing I feel like a bird with a broken wing Damaged by all the bad I've seen I want to fly away with you now 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 scene Reluctant to move, for fear I'll fall I know I can fly all the way yet, so I stall I make up When looked upon by a pair of eyes. Wings of wax will melt and fall apart, 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. All stories are moderated before being published. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem. Ranked poetry on Broken, by famous & modern poets. (Lyrics and poems) composed and created By: REYES Apocalyptic Dream My thought patterns are mad versatile I was born a prophet prodigy child From the planet of many styles It was there that I experienced My epiphany, my awakening To the things unseen The Creator of all things Came to me in a dream Hit my soul with a heavenly beam Yet so beautiful. Mark is the newest member of the requisitions department. 288 posts. Just some random guy, no one big. All of this, poems, nights making pastelles to raise funds, conversations, meetings, meetings and more meetings, tours, plays, visits, talks, years and years of toil, printed flyers, door to door canvassing, persuading, elected officials and people of prominent positions, all of this is the hard birth for freedom. Often I go to bed as soon after dinner But I will not be.. the Devil's slave. #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." A strong facade disguising the misery. In the end will I lose you? writtenbywill Today's audio poem is one of my favorites. Why couldn't I help? Waits silently for death's blissful kiss. Broken Wings You pushed her so hard, to fly as high as she could. And add to the old and create a new fraction? 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. #poetryofig #norush #rushed #lovepoem #lovepoems #lovepoetry #lovepoemsofinstagram #lovepoetry #poemsaboutlove #poemsaboutlife #willtowin #willreyes #writtenbywill, WILL TO WIN - I wrote my third book in the midst of major challenges. Need to get back to brother Malcolm, Huey P., Dr. King, Cesar Chavez, Thought the battle was won cause we could drink from the same fountain, But thats far from the equality that I am shoutin, Im talkin the browning of the whole United States Nation, Im talkin bout takin my brother and putting him on a T.V. 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. Poems are the property of their respective owners. These children are soldiers who fight every day. Stain of man Only those who've accepted God's Holy Grace In this poem, each slide represents my maturation and growth. Them flowers camefrom that poor boy's friendsThey'll want flowers, too,When they meet their ends. I would see her by my locker, in front of me, On the way home from school and this Morena, Had shades as dark as coffee with no cream, At times she was the most beautiful color ever seen, But this evil color that I had come to love so dear, Like no other known to exist in all of creation, Morena was like a color never seen, a fragrance never smelled, She was in my dreams and again I loved her, The way she danced to the rhythms of the world, Just enough to catch a glance of her beauty, And Morena was coveted by all men of the Earth, She gave birth to Che, to Cesar, to Tejarina, to Zeta Acosta to Benito Juarez, To kings in Africa, to children in the Middle East, Morena made by God, cleaned kitchens, mopped floors, And still cooked tortillas frijoles and carnitas, Worked in plants, in foundries, in factories, Worked the fields as good as any man, if not better, She crossed the border by river, by land, by ocean, Gave birth to revolutions, artists, philosophers, Civilizations advanced in mathematics, in architecture, Raised her rifle to France, to America, to Spain, She was beat, abused, hooked on dope, smack, Put up with your punk ass only dating White girls, Had her chest sag just so you could grow and be healthy, Did your laundry and the Jones to make a few extra dollars. For these broken wings keep me grounded I'm committed to my growth. You pushed her so hard, though she can't, till she fell and broke her wings. Or the bruises that appeared. The only place that would make him beam? Mankind's Idols are the devil's lies Why did I have to be so far away? all hell quietly commit to is that isnt funny., A post shared by ATTICUS (@atticuspoetry). in order to push away Why did I have to be so far away? What are some healthy coping techniques you use to stay calm? Read Poem 2. Will Reyes | Mental Health Poetry | Broken Wing he/him. I come by it honestly, The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Mexicano, Puertoriqueno, Dominicano, Central Americano, We are despised, hated, loved, exoticised, Against the war in Afghanistan, in Iraq, in Palestine, Blacks for free our people from modern day slavery, We are Christ, Moses, and Quetzequatal and Tonantzin, Boricua, Mexicano Luchando Mano a Mano!, We are those who say live and help to live. Regulating my feelings is a massive challenge, making patience seem like an unattainable fantasy. Raymond Martineau. Were you touched by this poem? Find below a wide range of depression poems, from contemporary pieces to classics from well-known poets. I wanted to show love to all the people fighting battles we can't see. (Dont) Call Me Crazy: 33 Voices Start The Conversation About Mental Health, This Might Not Make Sense Now, But Dont Worry, It Will, May 2023 Horoscopes and Book Recommendations, Expand Your Bookshelf With These 8 Interstellar Books Like The Expanse, The Best Sci-Fi Spaceships from Across the Galaxies. Old preacher manPreached that boy awayCharged Five DollarsHis girl friend had to pay. whisper? We all deserve peace and calm, we'll just have to work hard to achieve and maintain it. Stain of man All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. I wonder if it's that simple?I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.I went to school there, then Durham, then hereto this college on the hill above Harlem.I am the only colored student in my class.The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevatorup to my room, sit down, and write this page: It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. I struggle with mood swings and erratic emotions that can change with a mere glance or sigh, because my inner monologue is so tainted with depression and anxiety. Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cryI'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die. Like Jean Grey's rise from the fiery madness to harness and wield my own tremendous strengths and energies. Copyright 1994 by the Estate of Langston Hughes. The book is a raw account of my mental health struggles, trauma and how it all shaped me. For once you lose your faith or all hope, you also lose your ability to cope. 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. For, God loves all who follows his Son. My wish for that child who is mocked or is teased has faith that their lives will be saved and at ease. Slowly she walks forward and takes my hand. 'Broken' Specifically, he shared that for individuals working on tasks that require, Javiar says that he excelled on the AP exam because he studied every week all year for it and poured all his extra time into studying for it over the last month so that he could earn the credits for. Broken and lost. Curled in on myself and clutching at my chest. Lost and alone. This poem can be found in my new memoir "WILL TO WIN," available as an ebook for just $9.99 or a signed book for $35! Being me, it will not be white. Copyright 1994 by the Estate of Langston Hughes. How will this love end? I will never know the feeling of the sky, You can read about that journey and relate to the struggles in my new memoir, available as a hard copy or E-book. Please answer the following multiple choice questions. My escape to freedom denied I am still consumed in this black abyss dayby day. Ill spend hours seeking out incredible, thoughtful writing and art by a wide swath of talented creators. They're meant to represent different elements of my journey. Poem for Puerto Rico National heroine Lolita Lebron, she served over 25 years in prison as a political prisoner and refused to cry, Of the indigenous peoples of the Americas, Tears for those names, languages, customs and cultures, Lost like the leaves that fall into the streams and rivers, Their backs dripping with red tear drops of their own, Tears of sweat dripping into the soil they bled to cultivate, So others could prosper from the suffering of others. I want to fly away with you now and feel new things, But I get frustrated I can't yet, so I let off steam, I know I can fly all the way yet, so I stall, I can't stand my condition, so I try not to let anyone notice, I hide it inside like there's nothing wrong, But sometimes the list can get really long, Sometimes I will need you to dry my tears, View Hot and cold. He works in music industry promotions and digital media and has a degree in Journalism. Angel with a Broken wing by: Dana Gioia Author Dana Gioia was a woman who was a Atheist before she became a christian and wrote it after she did something bad and thought god wouldn't forgive her so she wrote this Meaning This was an old poem and meaning to it is the Angel thinks The saddest leave the least of clues #poetry #quotes #depression pic.twitter.com/jEZNALDyFq, What I could never tell my mother 300 million people worldwide struggle with depression. But I will not be the Devil's slave. Broken and lost. Its things wrapped inside of me, coiled like wire with the filament exposed Two children play near 115th and 3rd Ave. From the street through an open red door, Bring him home they repeat it bring him home, In the back room the activist, lawyer, executive director, and former political prisoner argue over semantics, come home, bring him home, we need him home, titles dont really matter as long as he is home, His children grown from of his own resistance, They grew in his former streets children lost in, But born in his shadow they wish to catch a glimpse of him, Dance and sweat, beats and rhythm, they want him home, What it is like to see children through glass, And many have been on the other side of that glass, Some understand the isolation and the pain, The activist running to event after event, His brothers relentless fight for justice, His hopes only heard by those closest to him, His step a little happier, his glance a little stronger, The young girl goes to school is told he is a terrorist, a bad man. I'm an author and mental health advocate.This poem is featured in my new memoir "Will To Win," available now as a paperback and e-book, via the link in my bio. Broken and scared. Long before four families to a one room studio apartment, Long before streets paved with gold with climates that are cold, Long before they are taking American jobs, Before Delores Huerta, Cesar Chaves, Rudy Lozano, Alejandro Molina, Emma, Before the Brown Berets, and the Chicano Movement, Before Si Se Puede before Chicano power, you need papers to get papers of course, Of course what I was thinking, I have no. This piece is about faith and the hope that there's a purpose to all of the twists and turns. Go home and writea page tonight. 29 Likes, 14 Comments - Will Reyes | Mental Health Poetry | Broken Wing (@writtenbywill) on Instagram: "A special reading of my poem "5150" from my second book "A WAR Within." @da_poetry_lounge is the" Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. the same things other folks like who are other races. It's featured in the "WIN" chapter of my new memoir "WILL TO WIN," a 344-page mix of my life story and raw poetry. That's American.Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.Nor do I often want to be a part of you.But we are, that's true! I often can't stand any version. #memoir #memoirs #memoirwriting #burdens #mentalhealing #mentalhealthrecovery #mentalhealthmatters #stayingstrong #resilience #poetrywriter #poemsofig #writtenbywill #willtowin #depressionpoems, "TOXIC" Today's poem comes from my new memoir "Will To Win." Burning my skin everywhere there is contact. And Satan's sting that strangling 1.How does the use of anaphora(repetition of a word at the start of a sentence) in stanza 3 help the reader understand the struggle the Author is trying to convey. Reprinted by permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated. I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank. of regrets come and find me empty. This piece is about the positive moments of clarity and progress. The things of this world You can read this poem and learn more about my life story in my new book, available now as an e-book ($9.99) or an autographed paperback ($35, 344 pages). Common Mistakes: the word "i" should be capitalized, "u" is not a word, and "im" is spelled "I'm" or "I am". join us for a full report at 6, but when they read Michael Rodriguez article, the father said thats a Puerto Rican hero?, as we reached the first 59 feet tall flag on, A sound system was set up on the back of a truck, Then there was poetry by the youth of the Batey Urbano, Judy, DVS, Pinky, Melissa, Mat, Janeida, Jay Jay and Xavi all read, We went to eat at the cultural center Juan Antonio Cortejer, We had every type of Puerto Rican food made. Thank you for signing up! I've rarely ever been at ease or at peace, even with my frustrating lack of urgency. A melody only meant for my ears, just those three words are my song. It was part of. Each physical copy of my new memoir comes with a free bookmark. My dad died, affiliations crumbled and several of my worst fears came true. 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. Luring me in to your flames. Patience has always been a struggle for me. I'm deeply emotional and I've suffered a lot because of my inability to control my reactions. and grandmother before me. So since I'm still here livin',I guess I will live on.I could've died for loveBut for livin' I was born. They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff They fight to survive and for their lives they do pray. mocked or is teased. A post shared by Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry). It's about life, our goals and the passage of time. I am found again and healed. Life, society / Today I recognize my greatness and my potential, while actively working to keep growing. Tears for Alejandrina Torres, Carlos Alberto Torres, Oscar Lopez Rivera and all the prisoners of war from the movement, Tears for all those that gave us vision through the rough storms, Tears for Juan Antonio Corretjer, for Consuelo Lee Corretjer, And tears for our beloved mystic Jose Lopez, The love for his people shown in the humblest of ways, From the picking up of trash to the enormous vision he puts forth, And tears for those that make up our community, Tears for those in this space the Batey Collective, The people I call my comrades my closest and dearest friends, The people that have helped me feel human once again, Tears for those who are faces in the crowd at actions against, And tears for the people of Vieques voices unheard, Tears for the undocumented workers that toil in the belly of the beast, With no rights with vocal chords that have been ripped out. He's released three books about his mental health struggles. Will we be destroyed in the end? It also keeps me from hurting myself. Hosts through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas. They are my lullaby as they tuck me in and say goodnight. A melody only meant for my ears, just those three words are my song. You can buy a physical or e-book via the link in my bio. Wrists scarred and bleeding. Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow. I focused so much on everyone else that I started leaving myself behind. With every heart beat without you in my arms brings pain. The poet writes away imaging, creating conditions, Writing the myth and all its wonderful exaggerations. station, I m talkin bout reverse cultural castration, Im talkin bout the flight to a higher elevation, Ill see you when we reach that destination, Lets take it back to the control of a islands. A master saboteur for your own future? Did you spell check your submission? I was finally tired of the twisting, and this piece is about confronting those uncomfortable truths and my own role in my suffering. With every heart beat without you in my arms brings pain. "Tulips" by Sylvia Plath The afternoon light lights And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons. Hit the link in my bio or DM to get a signed copy! Conceived by the earth, rain, wind and the fire of our origins. Lost and alone. Because before you can eat it, you have to order it. Reaching around my life, I moved my arms Living in a fantasy to bury the reality, I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses As those words leave your lips and reach my ears, I will smile through the tears. A Rolex watch and and a golden chain Hot and cold. It was cold! Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. Wrists scarred and bleeding. 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!)