Writers Wednesday #10

kingdomwriters    Your Writers Wednesday post is here! Channel your inner Rupi Kaur  @rupikaur_  and drop a line!    kingdomwriters    . . . .  #WritersWednesday    #kingdomwriters   #improve   #poetry  #poetrycommunity   #creativity  #creativityheals   #creativitymatters  #poetsofinstagram   #writersofinstagram  #poetsofig   #writerscircle   #musician  #musicianlifestyle     scripturesforpeace    They tried to bury me— I sank lower than ever, Further from light it seemed— No real concept of time. Just waiting to be crushed. But I reached water, became firmly rooted, stretched out to new lengths, came surging through rocks and gravel, weeds and dead vines. I pierced through the depths, found light again, and I became their oxygen.    iamkomplexsimplicity     @scripturesforpeace  🔥🔥🔥 that last line literally gave me breath    poetic.emcee     @ipthepoet   @chads_wick  @open_mic23  ya'll know what to do    kaes_diary     @poetic.emcee  Holding on to you. What will I do when you’ve finally disappeared and I can’t find you? I lost you once....but I see you every Thursday at 6pm, on my way home from work. I drive now...did you know that? Can you see my car from where you are? Nothing special but it gets me around...gets me to you. You know they placed someone else right beside you and I almost forgot where you were It hasn’t been that long has it? Hm...maybe it has. I wanted to introduce you to your granddaughter  But she’s still too young to be out. You would’ve loved her. We named her after you Mom.    poetic.emcee     @kaes_diary  😢😮😮😮😮😮🔥🔥🔥👏👏    kaes_diary     @poetic.emcee  The first moment of freedom. Digging my hands into free land, Tainted by the hands of a slave No....I’m not a slave anymore I fought like a wildcat to get away from there. My hands bloody from the whips they laid against my body early yesterday morning...trickling down to my fingertips. I still had to pick so I picked and picked til my bag was fuller than any other’s But it was because while I picked I planned. I picked and planned And purposed in my mind That would be the last time He would touch me like I... Well I mean I was his, But...I wasn’t. I’m my own person, Just like the others Them other niggas just didn’t realize it yet.    calebjdeas    They don't understand. I am...on earth, rebirthed, and unearthed in your hands. Held so preciously though I am but a man. You've blessed me with grace and beauty..a new heart and plan. Plant me in your bosom and I will grow to stand in love with many palms out open, rooted in your hand.    _lwright    sometimes I feel like I’m dissipating, every grain of my being becoming lost within the winds of my misfortunes. but then I’m reminded that I am a sojourner, meant to journey this home until I am made whole. Your hands control the winds, your hands contain and nourish me; I am rooted, alive in Your death, living to let the blooms rise tall again.    kingdomwriters     @_lwright  beautiful    s_nuaj    What I gave to you is not yours. Yes, I placed it in your hands— But it was not meant to stay there. Don’t bring it back to me, there is no use for it here.  Stretch out your hands! I will replenish you as you replenish the earth. I will nourish you as you provide nourishment. I will comfort you as you comfort others. It’s not yours to keep, don’t take it away.    iamkalessiac    Created from the dust and the rib of man Beautiful black woman doing all that she can  To change the stereotypes and misconceptions they hear Ignoring the lies they whisper in her ear Hair is magical and skin is too The color of mud, yet it hides her truth.  There’s a story behind those eyes and words behind her teeth  Things she’s hidden that lie beneath.  Mud under her fingernails from burying secrets deep Yet her head is held high  She dare not steep  To the level of lies and hate that’s been spilled As a matter of fact, those things give her a thrill With the soil under her feet  She plants seeds of faith  And with the guidance of God She’ll never be led astray.  She keeps going, keeps , fighting  no matter the task Because she’s rooted in God  And all she has to do is ask.  She plants the seeds that she wants to grow  On good ground she plants, on good ground she will sow    poetic.emcee     @iamkalessiac  👏😮    theesoulbro    I am but dirt but I have the spirit of man/ I am groomed and safe in Your hands/ You care for me when I don’t care for myself/ You give me everything I need when I feel I have nothing left/ You plant your seed in me and you showered me with love/ Feeling like a kid again even though I’m grown up/ Breaking up fallow ground so I may flourish/ You never said it would be easy but I know it’ll be worth it/ You care for me carefully/ There for me in clarity/ You cherish me/ You’ve planted me now it’s time to reap the harvest/    kingdomwriters     @theesoulbro  all the bars🔥

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Your Writers Wednesday post is here! Channel your inner Rupi Kaur @rupikaur_ and drop a line!

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scripturesforpeace

They tried to bury me—
I sank lower than ever,
Further from light
it seemed—
No real concept of time.
Just waiting to be crushed.
But I reached water,
became firmly rooted,
stretched out to new lengths,
came surging through rocks and gravel,
weeds and dead vines.
I pierced through the depths,
found light again,
and I became their oxygen.

iamkomplexsimplicity

@scripturesforpeace 🔥🔥🔥 that last line literally gave me breath

poetic.emcee

@ipthepoet @chads_wick@open_mic23 ya'll know what to do

kaes_diary

@poetic.emcee Holding on to you.
What will I do when you’ve finally disappeared and I can’t find you?
I lost you once....but I see you every Thursday at 6pm, on my way home from work.
I drive now...did you know that?
Can you see my car from where you are?
Nothing special but it gets me around...gets me to you.
You know they placed someone else right beside you and I almost forgot where you were
It hasn’t been that long has it?
Hm...maybe it has.
I wanted to introduce you to your granddaughter
But she’s still too young to be out.
You would’ve loved her.
We named her after you Mom.

poetic.emcee

@kaes_diary 😢😮😮😮😮😮🔥🔥🔥👏👏

kaes_diary

@poetic.emcee The first moment of freedom.
Digging my hands into free land,
Tainted by the hands of a slave
No....I’m not a slave anymore
I fought like a wildcat to get away from there.
My hands bloody from the whips they laid against my body early yesterday morning...trickling down to my fingertips.
I still had to pick so I picked and picked til my bag was fuller than any other’s
But it was because while I picked I planned.
I picked and planned
And purposed in my mind
That would be the last time
He would touch me like I...
Well I mean I was his,
But...I wasn’t.
I’m my own person,
Just like the others
Them other niggas just didn’t realize it yet.

calebjdeas

They don't understand. I am...on earth, rebirthed, and unearthed in your hands. Held so preciously though I am but a man. You've blessed me with grace and beauty..a new heart and plan. Plant me in your bosom and I will grow to stand in love with many palms out open, rooted in your hand.

_lwright

sometimes I feel like I’m dissipating, every grain of my being becoming lost within the winds of my misfortunes. but then I’m reminded that I am a sojourner, meant to journey this home until I am made whole. Your hands control the winds, your hands contain and nourish me; I am rooted, alive in Your death, living to let the blooms rise tall again.

kingdomwriters

@_lwright beautiful

s_nuaj

What I gave to you is not yours.
Yes, I placed it in your hands—
But it was not meant to stay there. Don’t bring it back to me,
there is no use for it here.

Stretch out your hands!
I will replenish you as you replenish the earth.
I will nourish you as you provide nourishment.
I will comfort you as you comfort others. It’s not yours to keep, don’t take it away.

iamkalessiac

Created from the dust and the rib of man
Beautiful black woman doing all that she can
To change the stereotypes and misconceptions they hear
Ignoring the lies they whisper in her ear
Hair is magical and skin is too
The color of mud, yet it hides her truth.
There’s a story behind those eyes and words behind her teeth
Things she’s hidden that lie beneath.
Mud under her fingernails from burying secrets deep
Yet her head is held high
She dare not steep
To the level of lies and hate that’s been spilled
As a matter of fact, those things give her a thrill
With the soil under her feet
She plants seeds of faith
And with the guidance of God
She’ll never be led astray.
She keeps going, keeps , fighting
no matter the task
Because she’s rooted in God
And all she has to do is ask.
She plants the seeds that she wants to grow
On good ground she plants, on good ground she will sow

poetic.emcee

@iamkalessiac 👏😮

theesoulbro

I am but dirt but I have the spirit of man/ I am groomed and safe in Your hands/ You care for me when I don’t care for myself/ You give me everything I need when I feel I have nothing left/ You plant your seed in me and you showered me with love/ Feeling like a kid again even though I’m grown up/ Breaking up fallow ground so I may flourish/ You never said it would be easy but I know it’ll be worth it/ You care for me carefully/ There for me in clarity/ You cherish me/ You’ve planted me now it’s time to reap the harvest/

kingdomwriters

@theesoulbro all the bars🔥