Day: September 2, 2018

That Hope

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Poet Profile: An Interview with Megha Sood

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Vita Brevis Press.

Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine Submit Poem

Megha Sood

A Brief Bio:  Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Vita Brevis, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine and in many other publications. She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. You can find her blog here.

What is the purpose of poetry?

Poetry molds your perception about life and its beauty in general. To me, my words are not only self-healing but conduits for people who have lost their voice and need a medium through which they can express themselves.

Tell me about your early experience writing poetry

I started writing almost two years ago, but it was mostly in bits and pieces or whenever I could get the time to scribble a few lines…

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Blinded

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Sarah Doughty

“You were special. You were
everything I ever needed.”

The instant we connected, I knew you were something special. It was like seeing light after a lifetime of darkness. Like you opened my eyes and I couldn’t look away.

Suddenly, I needed you. It wasn’t air I needed to breathe. It wasn’t food I needed to fuel me. It wasn’t blood rushing through my veins. It was you. It was all of you. I realized you were what I needed all along. You were everything.

© Sarah Doughty

You are my everything.

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my guitar quietly weeps for you

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Do Not Miss This beautiful love poem!!!

The Lonely Author

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my guitar quietly weeps for you

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Forever drying off
the guitar bridge
that never leads
me back to you
I find myself
playing wet strings
that serve as cruel reminders
of the faded connections
between me and you

Now that you are gone
my heart always beats off key
while the tears never stop
on this damp instrument
And since you no longer care
I write the saddest lyrics
for I’ll always love you in my songs
as my guitar quietly weeps for you

 

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