Shard is a new and aspiring poet, who has been part of the Newham Poetry Group since February 2023
STORM IN THE TEA
Cold and stinging, a stampede on the panes
Like the tears on my face, this torrential rain
The heat caressing my fragile hands
As I cup your body and observe the barren lands
I sip slow, entranced by your earthly aromats
Erasing the cold in my body, rising like a thermostat
Gazing away into the storm feeling lost and hopeless
Drinking you in feverishly to provide some comfort
Until all that remains are the dregs at the bottom
Along with my heart you left shattered and broken
Enticed by another, I pour a mug and sit
As the storm starts to fade, my thoughts of you with it
EXPRESSION
Every new word that comes to me forms a story
eXcept when I feel emotionless and words escape me
Perhaps with time it will get easier to show you
Regardless of how I feel in that moment, I need to validate myself
Each time I start letting the words flow
Something inside me comes alive, like an exploding volcano
So I write and let it come naturally, free flowing
It’s strange how cathartic writing poetry can be
Only time will tell how it will turn my life around
Never did I think poetry would be my form of expression
– Shardine Blackman
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