Nomi Shira

Category: Poetry

  • This was written in tribute to Rachel Morin, a woman raped and murdered by an illegal immigrant. However, this can be a tribute to all women who were attacked and abused by such men. I left out a title because there is no title for sorrow and heartbreak. Bottled screams…

  • Heart Not To Remain Broken

    I am forced to confront the depths of the layers of human capability for evil, And my broken heart whispers a plea, rising up in blurry song strings: “How will I survive?” Whisps of strengthening song travel, returning down the blackened path – Entering the mildly glowing, broken red: comforting…

  • The Mother of A Hostage

    The greatest words will fail to describe the depth of agony forming the expression on her twisted, tortured face, A heart sawn in half would fail to encapsulate the throes of newfound pain – cutting deeper into her than a place she realized exists, A heart to feel her rent…

  • The Curse of the Writer

    The mind a panorama of multiple ideas layered in their depth and context, but no one to truly understand. An everspring of ideas, a constant poet generating layers in the background; a never ending diverse painting with multiple harmonies of depth. Sort of a cage, for who can truly comprehend;…

  • Four Walls Vs A Home

    “love is what creates a home”

  • Time

    A reflection slowly fades to gray smoke A timeless dream’s song in the background Fingers curl to catch the slipping cloud between –  Slowly slips through into the song – blends into the background melody –       Time. A rippling black pool seated in the black woods Drops falls on the…

  • Deepest Depth of Darkness

    Written after some of the damage one of the Israeli hostages went through was publicized. I have heard the deepest evil at the bottomless depths, Stared endless darkness into eyes with no soul, Felt twisted rage from deep within my being… How will we ever recover, Will we ever shed…

  • Alcohol

    The blood of mankind,   The poison of the blood To reduce man to act like the animal,   To form his eyes and tooth to match his blood. Reduce to a marble   Lost control Turn into a bubbling rabble   To what cost Lose the colorful splash gracing your world   Lose…

  • Song Strings

    The strings of guitar take me back into its hollow recesses of time, Revisit the lush green grass of the past as I slide into the dark wooden chamber, Black music notes floating in on a wave illuminate the sunshine for me, The piano keys begin to float in,     beginning…

  • Why Don’t You Like Me

    I frequent your streets, And mingle with your kind. I set the foundation for your stone, I build where you hand me hew and hammer, Why don’t you like me? My eyes desperately plead. I crave your approval, To blend into the wall. I speak your language, And frequent your…