Nomi Shira

Category: Poetry

  • Breaking Free

    A Heart Restored In sunrise landscape does the heart call out, Lifting rising from beneath the rock and the black In an exquisite flourish does it crack down the boulder Beating redder and redder till the expansion fills its space, Long awaited hollow expansion heart clicks in, while cobwebs snap…

  • Sunrise

    Written at sunrise in Mexico. In the whiplash of the horizon roars the suns silent rays, In tandem with the lion roaring below ripples, In shock webbing out caressing in crystal light Morning Written morning after camping near the forest. Rippling waves screaming from within  Black tsunamis roaring sky high,…

  • Respect for the Sea

    In the blasting concrete that shatters at sea, In life’s coral cyclones that stardust underneath, Blasting horizons in the pseudo welcome, In its speaking of own language hit with concrete riptides,  In roaring of the earth relaying its own soft ripples, Cancun thunders tornados whirlpools, blasting waves shoot into earth,…

  • Children Who Did Not Receive Enough Love

    Stabs of the sharpest bloodiest metal blade More painful than all the excruciating tortures, The heart of the child screams louder than those damned to that suffering, For his heart is suffering from      the stabs of the sharpest metal blade,      the shredding of the piercing torture machine,     the…

  • ‘And Those Who Were Dancing Were Seen As Insane to Those Who Could Not Hear the Music’

    And those who were running appeared insane To those who were blind to the gunman. And those who were screaming seemed unhinged To those who could not view the monster. And those who were striking seemed to be cruel To those who are sightless of enemies. And those who were…

  • If My Pain

    Written during Israel – Hamas war, after writing about Kfir Bibas being held hostage. If my pain were a fire extended from my heart, It would be the tallest torch of fire; it would incinerate the world found in its path with the reddest most roaring flames. If my pain…

  • After the Battle

    On the arching hills of blazing ashes, In the crackling flames of remnants of battle,  In the bittersweet wisps of curling smoke,  In consuming carnage echoing courage, In varnished beauty encased in sword, Of heartbreak sounded in celestial showers, Of pilfering hearts now screaming, lashing uneven, catering to the patterns…

  • 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…