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I want to be known by one name
Like Dessalines, Christophe and Pétion
Like Pelé, Ali or a Great Champion
I wish to go to the valley of white stones
overturn a few with the tip of my shoe
browse the sandy shores bordered by sandy sea
Endless light bent over expansive quiet
This land of sand and stone, of silent reverie
It doesn’t matter what I name this poem
Or perhaps it won’t deserve a name
We never name the things we plan to kill you see
Since names make it that much harder to watch it die
Was it given to me at birth
The perspective of my parent
Their collective history
Or the passing of time
What do the trees call me
When I pass by their brothers
Run my hands through the leaves
I wish there was a collection of words I could say to you. A phrase to stop the clock from ticking in the dark. To bring back the lights if just for a moment. Cast away the darkness so that I may see your face, one more time.
At midnight
think of tossing and turning
in bed.
Think of the sounds of silence
as you drift into slumber.
If you have this name,
My favorite color is the fiery center of a stove once it ignites,
bringing a sense of familiarity of my grandma's cooking.
The sound of the heat touching the bottom of the pan,
slowly boiling the ingredients together.
My name is Reda
It means contentment in Arabic
My mother gave me my name in reverence, finding meaning in a word that she could love her entire life
Friday night
Alone in my room
Home and away
From everything and everyone.
I get a text
Late at night
It’s from a good friend
When we part for the day,
I sit and I say,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
I hide from your face,
I whisper your name,
And I love you, I love you, I love you.
I could never love
Love someone who has the same name as you
Your name
Carries
Such negative connotations
I could never love your name again
The barren graves deep below
Within the Earth naught does show
To lay unseen but for a stone
Bearing a name, long untold
That tells of a life with buried meaning
Of a person, in a grave leaning
From whatever distant island you're
viewing me from today:
I have conquests on nations.
But you can't see that through a lens,
or a message,
or That letter I never replied to
I lost my life to a familiar face,
He went by the name, Past.
He shot me down with bitter memories.
He poisoned me with lies.
Hello,
My name is broken
A heap of letters left on a tattered floor
Shards of my identity, opaque from the settling dust
Hello,
I know my names,
I know each and every one.
I wear them each without shame,
I clothe myself in the light of their sun.
I am stressed,
I know my names,
I know each and every one.
I wear them each without shame,
I clothe myself in the light of their sun.
I am stressed,
I love to read
words being a remedy for what other things
couldn’t mend
My first name;
It just came to me,
I never know what to say
But,
Whatever it is it’s part of me
I.
Yoruba names are hopeful.
They are prophecies, the mother, and the father, and the grandparents all divining as oracles.
In the bleak and quiet horror of a concentration camp morning,
Viktor Frankl asked them why. Why not throw themselves against
The comforting hum of electric fences or onto swords like Brutus.
Artistic and creative, she's always singing.
Releasing her songs
In her heart, to her mind, then to her lips,
A girl lost in the music,
Never will she be tamed.
Away she goes now, to dance in the rain.
Anger calls out to you, and addresses you with full confidence
Needing that aggression to feel accepted, feeling out of place otherwise.
The head of a watermelon
The hands of an ape
The mind of a homo sapien
The heigth of a giraffe
The wideness of a praying mantis
The mouth of a fish
The eyes of a flounder
The hair of a whale
I have a confession.
There is a someone,
A special someone,
A someone who warms my smile,
I was that girl, who weighed more than she should've.
Who wore glasses and braces to make my appearance even more bitter.
I was the girl who was always "just a friend", because my face was naked, curly hair on my head.
When no one sees my beauty
I see perfect flaws
The way my eyes or shaped
The way they shine with wisdom
I see freckles that are uncommon
Rai, that's my name
To some its only a three letter word
To others its a foreign name
Traditionally it means lightning, or thunder, or even trust
But it means something special to me
When i was born My mom wanted to name me Roxann,
MY dad would not allow her to due to the once popular song by the police
Howl be thy name
So old yet new
Forged in fire
Blood, sweat, tears
Come forth in black and white
To fine for my description, yet woody remarks
captures a glimpse of my innocents they call an image.
We were separated by states.
No hair yet upon my chin,
but without being aware,
I belonged to you.
My heart had a path,
and knowing you not,
we were still destined to be.
I, Robert.
Love thy name
Why not love it?
It is special
Love thy name
Was is it not sent from above?
It matches the beautiful person
Love thy name
Could you be with you without it?
ele laan wo ca to so omo l'orruco
that is we look within before we name our children...for they will bear our bones
precious
Compassionate describes her heart
A simple girl, just trying to do her part
Such a small sacrifice she makes
Simple: just no eggs in her cake
I hear the excuses, they are never ending
My name.
Since the day I was born,
My destiny was owned by others.
They gave me that name,
Tied to their rotting family tree.
I hated to hear it,
For it only meant trouble.
I write to be Ambitious
I write because I'm Notorious and
When I'm feeling Glorious
I write to Educate and
To Lead with my Intelligence
I write because I'm Caring
I write to get through Anxiety
My name is Syed.
It means leader in Arabic.
I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me.
Yesterday my name was reserved.
Tomorrow my name will be outgoing.
In my dream my name was optimism.
Everything has a face
Just like my Brother’s old backpack
Hanging in the closet with its snares and tares
And every time I look
At it seeing its entirety, places it’s gone, baggage it has carried
When we are born
As children we are given lasting names,
And as we learn
We strive to prove ourselves by gaining fame.
How should a name make one feel?
