The Poetry Soldier

The opening poem of my book that explains the theme......

The Poetry Soldier

 

Memories boil to the surface of her mind,

Crippling her strength.

She never one heeded to advice of others to

watch out for destruction,

so she gathers bits and pieces of herself

from the explosion of her fragility…

Blindly running across valleys,

searching for solace in the moon

but burnt from the intensity of the sun,

for she allowed herself to be scorched…

 by his intentions.

 

The journey led her right back to home,

a new discovery emerging

as her pain floated away across the pages of a

free therapy canvas,

passion drumming incessantly on a keyboard.

Seeking to patch up cuts and bruises with words,

bathing in the gift of self-expression.

 

 

Papers are tossed,

stained with tears.

Speaking of the past

which exposed the weak woman

 who had lived inside of her.

For she had been cracked open to reveal her yolk,

 and was devoured with

voracity by her love perpetrator,

 and then spit out.

 

His face is etched across the pages.

Each stanza is his eye gazing--

and she smiles because she

 transfers his power and control

through her pen to create her own masterpiece.

 

As she writes her fiery eyes gaze forward into

 a portal where her anger

sends shock waves through his mind,

psychically creating physical pain,

for he is void of any soul.

 

 

 Yet who is she?

With her masterpiece in hand

She finds herself

stepping onto a stage,

a microphone aimed at

her hesitating lips.

They all cheer, they want to her to pour

out her soul, so she does…

Her words ricochet against the walls of the

room, inhabited with poets warmed by their

passionate fires... similar to the candlelight

flames flickering across the walls,

as if in a dance to the rhythm of

her words…

 

She recites her rhyme,

feeding her emotions to those satiated

by depth of words,

being a victim of poverty so long

her stomach ached with hunger for love,

but she expresses her words to those

who experienced the bittersweet of life…

Hands come together in applause,

her heart had been exposed,

and she cries to the

face etched in her mind one last time,

the one who set up the battleground of her

bloody war,

Who helped her to discover herself:

 

Thank you.

For I know who I am.

Although you took me through the depths of hell,

you made me who I am...

Who am I?

A soldier!

One who is stronger and wiser because of you,

able to turn your destructive words

into my muse

for everyone to meditate upon...

a positive reincarnation.

Somewhere you are cowering, while I stand tall,

my spine rigid, my tongue sharp,

the applause loud,

and it's all because of you.

So once again, I thank you.

 

For making me a Poetry Soldier...

 

Author's Note

I revised this poem as well as my poetry book. Right now it is only available Amazon kindle until I post on other sites which formatting and a lot of extra time which I don't have a lot of at the moment. Here is the site to purchase it:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Poetry-Soldier-Kena-Kump-ebook/dp/B00IN62OV6

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What an incredibly powerful piece of writing and some great metaphors, phrases.. the ending was gently put and really highlighted the words before it.

' They all cheer, they want to her to pour / out her soul, so she does, / the words booming against the walls of / the candlelit room, / inhabited by passionate poets / with drive, showing their arms they have
battle wounds, as well. / Crisp words escape their lips despite / speaking of stale moments.'

The above is finely put, Kena, really, sticks out like a lynch pin somehow. Congratulations for taking the stage and I'm so glad you loved performing.

:-)

[Kimmee Jean]

that was really great...I totally couldn't quit reading...Kena, you are writing masterpieces...I really hope you continue to write...cause your soul glitters brightly here more than anything else

[Marvin Lewis Jr.]

I usually don't read long poems but I really enjoyed reading this, it was a very powerful and thought-provoking write.
You did an excellent job of giving so much to the reader in such a beautiful way that it was overwhelming but pleasant and easy to take in.

Wonderful write!

P.S. congratulations on your first spoken word performance and with the way you write I'm sure that there will be many more!

[Li Li]

never once heeding to the advice of others

I have a poem somewhere lost in the cyber black hole that had the lines..... "I'm a woman never taking advice, as though suffering will suffice."

It's great when you can find the side of yourself that just wants to explode in words. You revealed that through this write. You absorbed your surroundings, and your emotions... then laid them out in words to be shared with others. This is the true talent of a writer. The true talent of a person who is in touch with their emotional/spiritual side.

Not many open their eyes to observe all that is around them. Most want to only rely on themselves for progress.

Truly inspirational piece. :O)

Much love,
Li

[San Herman Lopez a.k.a...]

Wow... Great read! Funny I've always called my self a POETIC WARRIOR... And yes many times poetry just pops in my mind, even when just speaking sometimes. My Rhymes come and go as I walk and speak i flow. I Know in this I'm a natural. So I stay original and grow gradual to be more spiritual while standing tall.

[ANNA]

INCREDIBLY, POWERFUL, WONDERFUL, BREATH TAKING WRITE!!! wowowowowowow...=)

Brilliant my friend,, happy we are now going to be friends and share are writings with each other!

much love n respect,
Anna

[☮]

Nice. I enjoyed the energy conveyed in this one as well as the broad use of vocabulary.

Congrats on your first performance. Keep doing your thing. I see you've found a strong inner power.

Wow,

This is one hell of a rush, you have really outdone yourself. This is a vast improvement. You have really notched a higher level.

Your fundamentals are wonderful here.

This is impressive.

A great piece.

[Sean M. Addams]

very powerful piece ... the imagery is just dripping from this piece... overall very impressive and very nicely done...

[Mr. Lopez]

He is but a stepping stone in a path that led you right where you were meant to be at this given moment in time. We must fall before we crawl. We then crawl before we stand. When we stand we can finally walk , and when we walk we discover that we can run. I see you running into your destiny and shouting out to the world that you have arrived . Let your voice be heard and your heart bloom into the beautiful flower that it was meant to be. Great work my friend.

Mr.Lopez

[Cornbred]

A very good poem and, congrats on your first spoken word i hope you inspired to do more you already got one part of the game down packed keep up the good work .............