Show me your naked pain

[Adrienne Abad]

And I thought this community is only about books and reading. . . It feels to me now, having read your poem, a whole lot more that I love coming here daily!

[Adebisi Adeleke]

This work is really thought-provoking and fascinating. I keep reading it at all time, deducing different meanings to it as others are doing. It's really and inspiration for me, having understood it well, to come up with mine for the contest. I'm happy I'm a partaker of this. Thanks so kindly Scott Hughes, for sharing this, and for challenging us to do same through the contest.

[Z Davids]

5/5 on this poem, it describes the reality of beauty in a simple statement (descriptive sense). I wish to read more of these kind

[David Iba]

This is beautiful

[Joan Chebet 3]

iam ready to work here

[Mushengezi]

Interesting poem.

[POETIC PACIFIC]

Very descriptive language defines the interior of our feelings.work of a great thinker and artist

[MdKamrul Hasan]

Ohh really.... So good....

[Lily+elias]

It's a mind blowing poem...
... Been real, been authentic. I love that...
Most important thing in love it's not that physical naked... But been transparent, been real... Yes.

[Md Mohidul Islam 2]

This is simple but its huge meaning of short story

[Eniola Oshin]

This was a really good poem I just want to share my own interpretation of this poem "Show me your naked pain"
Trapped behind a mirror

A girl trapped in time,
Unable to age, unable to communicate,
Stuck between reality and fantasy,
In an old cracked mirror,
With broken edges, splitting wooden frames,
Dullen colour, on a rusty stand.
Stashed away in the back of a small antique store
Hidden behind larger newer mirrors of various colours and sizes,
Shinny new frames, polished surface, on golden supports.
Show Me Your Naked Soul

A girl screaming to be let out only to be met with the same riddled response,
“Have you seen a rabbits hole buried underneath the ground,
Twists and turns built without a sound,
Below fresh green grass, beautiful wildflowers,
Shaded under a bloomed apple tree?
Have you? Have you?
Have you seen an old golden broken pocket watch,
Covered in grime and dirt, thrown out of a moving carriage
Left to be trampled upon by the feet on the busy open street?

Have you? Have you?
What do they have that you don’t?”
Done with the riddle she deemed stupid,
Frustrated and angry, filled with boiling rage,
A girl that’s just about had it shrieked and yelled
“ No, No, I have not, enough with the riddles,
Enough with the games,
Just let me out, to be happy and chuffed”
Bubbling with laughter, sighing with content
The mirror replied
“ All I ask of you is to Show Me Your Naked Soul”

[Mustafa Toufexief]

Hitem' with a Yiddam
By Mustafa Toufexief

Embracing the truth… A serpent begin to slither at the base of root.
The awesome power of the inner heat, invites the lotus flower to blossom and entreat,
while the intrigue endures to receive valour infatuation beyond imagination.
In succession, each chakra connecting, to see ourselves in each other: like a mirror’s reflection…
to emanate with beauty and splendour, until we enter the crown.
At first just subtle, until the intensity doubles, eventually to peak at deepest point of desire in a passionate fire,
and to savour the sweetest taste of a complete embrace.
Perhaps, you should abide to, and be true/ to whomever appears to guide you/ through the depths of the blind abyss
/ with steps to find bliss/and unbounded joy/ within just one kiss /to bring sublime truth.

[Joshua Were]

I vote for this poem, it's true mirror which most women are facing in our society.

[Vivian Amponsah]

Short but sensitive, I love it's rhymes, it really a beautiful art of work. Keep it up.

[rebel reads]

i thoroughly enjoyed this as its simplicity was understood and made my soul smile