This Poem is Hope

 

This poem is hope

in rockets’ red glare,

prayers rising through flames.

This poem is unity

where men plant war,

empathy in the cacophony

of sermons that call it sin.

This poem is human,

the color red, hands

that lift, feet that

walk the path of courage,

resilience in the blindness of discord.

This poem is the audacity of hope

This poem is empathy. 

This poem is unity in a world hungry for war. 

©Susie Clevenger 2026

What's Going On? - This Poem

Ghosted by Poetry

Words have been

quiet in me.

Not all words,

anger always

finds its voice.

It stomps 

on my brain

hoping to reach

my tongue.

Poetry has

ghosted me.

I beg for text

a smiling word,

a heart that 

doesn’t bleed,

but my pen has

found another poet.

Wars, billionaires,

death, hunger…

Are there any

new verses

to describe it?

©Susie Clevenger 2026

 

Temple Moan

Shadow prayers steeple hands

into a temple moan of unknown tongues.

There’s no veil, no shaman, no holy path

through pen strangled words to light switch

the tunnel of unanswerable.

Alone in the heartbeat thump I become

one with freedom, move from the house

horror built into the ancient strength of woman.

Peace supplants war.

©Susie Clevenger 2017 

Friday 55 ~ November 3 2017