Pulse Poetry Magazine Issue 17 by Pulse Poetry Magazine

PULSE POETRY MAGAZINE

MISSION: Pulse Poetry Magazine is the heartbeat of a global community where every poet’s voice matters We believe poetry is a living pulse that unites us, and our mission is to nurture connection, amplify diverse truths, and create spaces where art becomes the bridge between hearts, cultures, and generations

VISION: Our vision is to create a global stage where poets from every corner of the world can rise, connect, and inspire. We envision a world where every poet, regardless of background or circumstance, is heard, celebrated, and empowered through a community that values the transformative power of words.

I just want to take this time to thank you all for your continuous support .Pulse Poetry Magazine would not be what it is today without you. For that we truly want to thank you. In this issue, I want you to enjoy the stories each poet tells. I want you to read it and really listen to each word.

Month after month we pour our hearts out for you to listen. We pour our hearts out for you to know that you are not alone in the struggles and in the pains. We hurt and we write to help you get through the pains. So sit back and get ready to read some amazing poetry from the very best poets of around the world.

Ashanti Taylor-Alexander

BroughtUp

Rustledfears,alteredcares

Meansofdryingformytears

Sultryeyes,loosenedties

Anotherlaterandhastenedtry

Unknownname,enviedfame

Neverplaythejealousygame

Tamperedgrounds,safetyround

Heaven’shopenevertobefound

Crunchingpain,puncturedvein

Heightenedsensationinthefallingrain

Flaringnerves,blackenedcurve

Maturityhelduponreserve

Stolenfrown,smilingcrown

Failingsightinnoisesdrown

Faceturnedpale,suitedjail

Hungernoticedcannotprevail

©LinetteRabsatt7/12/02

ShatteredSoul seeingsomeonesickseemssosaddening solutionssomehowseemslippery slowsongssupplysomesoothing slumberseemssosweet,sometimessoscary speakingslows slurredsoundssignalstress slowsoftsmilesshowsympathysigns sensesslowlyslip strugglessteepening somberscenesshowsorrowfulsymphony savoringscenes shestartsstoringsouvenirs,savoring sentiments seekingsomesemblance,somesweet sentience statelystated sluggishlystaggered stammeringsoul shattered

��"Precious In Pink"��

As I stare at my reflection

In my mirror

I see the scars of where you are Where you hurt me

Where you changed my life permanently I did not have an option

Or an opinion You answered for me Cancer

But I am here

I was angry I thought you took my beauty

MY femininity I thought without my breast

Who would I be?

Would you still see me as a woman?

I thought I was incomplete I thought parts of me were missing My breast

You took them from me

That's where you were Cancer Notice......I said, where you were Because you control me no more You are gone

Now......

As I stare at my reflection

In the mirror

I see beautiful

Not imperfection

I see me

I used to be a DD cup I had beautiful breast

Full and Perky

They were perfect I felt like a woman

My breast made me a Woman Then Cancer chose me

Changed my life

It didn't seem to care that I was someone's Mother Daughter

Sister or wife

I was in denial

I was angry

What did I do God?

Why am I being punished?

Breast Cancer, why did you choose me?

As I stare at my reflection

In the mirror

I am a survivor

Cancer you redefined what I thought defined me

My breast

I thought they made me whole

But......

I am a DD cup no more

A double mastectomy changed my anatomy

But I am here

I survived

I took back my life

I walk every year

Because I am here I celebrate every year

Because I am here

I wear a ribbon on me

Because I am here

My favorite color is PINK

Because I am here

Breast Cancer will never again

Change the way I THINK I think my Blessings in PINK

Cancer you didn't defeat me

You did not win

You met your match

This PINK Ribbon is my patch

My right of passage

You have taken mother's, daughters, sisters and friends galore

But with each walk I gain thousands more

As we stride step by step for the CURE

As I stare at my reflection

In the mirror

Cancer was a test of my character

Made me stronger

Made me better

Made me a fighter

I found my strength

I would battle...even if it took my last breath

But I am here

This was my defining moment I did the impossible I LIVED!!

Because I changed the way I THINK Instead of being Ravishing in Red

I am now Precious In PINK.

©KlassyPoét

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Pink I Think

Is my new favorite color

Hot or soft pink

It don’t matter

I’m wearing it proudly

Not as security, but as a SURVIVOR

You see Cancer thought it had me

But I came out the WINNER

Cancer thought I would just sit back and let it defeat me

Cancer thought it was my impossible battle

But No Sir

I Am A FIGHTER CANCER WAS NO MATCH FOR ME

I had good days

I had bad days

But I knew one thing

I AM A CHILD OF GOD

I was set in my ways

My mental strength was not coincidental I had a plan of attack

I was giving Cancer right back

It was an evil inside my body that I refused to let prevail I chose for Cancer NOT to win….for me this possibly meant my end

No way baby

I have too much life to live and so much more to give I chose SURVIVING & THRIVING

I chose LIVING MY BEST LIFE and having VICTORY

So Pink I Think

From here on out

We gon’ be the best of friends

We ruined the chance for Cancer to get the win

My Pink Ribbon is my gift that keeps on giving For today no one is grieving my loss I showed Cancer who is BOSS I AM LIVING CANCER FREE It’s All about ME!

Praise Jesus I AM HERE!

©KlassyPoét October 2025

“My Titties, My Story”

These titties? Yeah, they mine. They’ve bounced, they’ve jiggled, they’ve held me.They’ve been soft, they’ve been strong, they’ve carried memories no one else can touch. They’ve felt the hands of love and loss,been praised, pinched, and sometimes ignored. They’ve been a pillow for laughter, a shield in storms, and if the world says they have to go, it don’t make me less. It don’t dim my glow. It don’t steal my sexy, my fire, my swagger.

I am more than the curve they see,more than the touch, more than the glance. I am laughter after chemo, I am strength in scars,I am beauty still, even if my mirror looks different tomorrow.

I will dance in front of that mirror, shake what I’ve got, crown still on my head. I will wear my scars like medals, my body like armor, my soul like a banner saying: “I am here. I am me. I am still damn pretty.”

So don’t tell me I’m broken, don’t tell me I’m less, don’t tell me I’m not still a goddess ‘cause these titties are my story, but my story is mine, and mine is still loud, proud, and unapologetically me.

Tiffany Mariie

“Still

Got It”

Tiffany Mariie

Yeah, I may lose a part, but honey, I still got heart. These titties? Optional. This confidence? Non-negotiable.

Mirror, don’t lie, I’m still fire, heels high, sass higher. I wink at life, I laugh at loss, I’m still the main character, still the boss.

Scars? Cute. Chemo hair? Bold.

I’m rewriting sexy, I’m flipping the mold. I strut like nothing happened, because baby, I own this body, I own this story, I own the room.

They whisper about what’s missing, but I show up glowing, a hurricane in heels, a goddess in motion.

I dance past the doubters, spin through the pain, smile through the fear, shake off every shame,turn every scar into a spotlight, every loss into a highlight reel.

So if you see me, don’t stare at what’s gone look at what’s thriving, look at what’s shining, look at me winning with every step, every glance, every curve.

I may fight battles, but I still throw shade, still turn heads, still laugh too loud. I may shed tissue, but I never shed style. I may face chemo, but I never face defeat.

My breasts may be gone, but my fire? Honey… that shit’s eternal. My beauty? Still blinding. My power? Still seismic.

I walk into rooms like I own the sky, smile like the sun just rose for me, and strut like nothing not fear, not loss, not doubt can touch me.

I may lose a part, but baby… I still got it.

I still got me.

I still got life. I still got every ounce of fierce that’s mine forever.

Ribboned Courage

I know what it feels like to carry scars—some on the skin, some you can’t see. People think scars mean weakness, but I call them receipts. Proof that I survived what was meant to break me. I’ve seen men in prison, women in hospitals, people out here in the free world—all of them fighting battles no one notices. But courage doesn’t need an audience. It’s quiet, steady, and relentless. That’s why I honor survivors: not because they never fell, but because they never stayed down.

© Nelly Vee, Founder & Poet

Mind Matters

The toughest prison I ever lived in wasn’t the one with gates and guards—it was the one in my own head. Depression, anger, shame— they build tighter walls than steel ever could. I learned the hard way that you can’t heal what you won’t face. Speaking the truth, listening without judgment, showing compassion—that’s the real key. Too many of us walk around smiling while drowning inside. But I’ll say it plain: your mind matters, and no struggle is too heavy to name. You are not alone.

© Nelly Vee, Founder & Poet

FREE FOR ALL I’VE SEEN FREEDOM MISDEFINED. SOME THINK IT’S WALKING OUT OF A GATE, BUT I’VE WATCHED MEN LEAVE PRISON STILL CHAINED TO THE SAME CYCLES. AND I’VE SEEN OTHERS, STILL LOCKED IN, LIVING FREE BECAUSE THEY FOUND PEACE AND INTEGRITY INSIDE THEMSELVES. FREEDOM ISN’T CARELESS—IT COSTS. IT DEMANDS HONESTY, SACRIFICE, AND THE COURAGE TO STOP DRAGGING DEAD WEIGHT FROM YESTERDAY. REAL FREEDOM DOESN’T WAIT ON PERMISSION. YOU CLAIM IT, YOU LIVE IT, AND ONCE YOU DO, NO BARS OR LABELS CAN TAKE IT FROM YOU.

© NELLY VEE, FOUNDER & POET

Be mindful of you

Sometimes doing things for others

Subtracts the time we have To do for ourselves

Always take care of you, Remember to slow down

There is always tomorrow For the goals you don't finish

Listen to your body, Listen to your heart, Listen to your mind

It will lead you to what you need to prosper

Stress is dangerous, Lack of sleep is risky, And lack of boundaries

Can be brutal

Are you investing into yourself Or just everyone else

You shouldn't pour from an empty cup

When the day is over A new day begins

If your putting yourself last Start the next day ready to give yourself the best You deserve a great life

So be kind to yourself

UNTITLED

The edge looks like peace

If I were to fall over

And gain wings

I would be like the birds

Singing songs that only I know the words to There would be a smile on my face

A pleasant one

The stranger in the crowd would smile back

And the trains in my head would

Run off their tracks

And still reach their destinations

Without collisions and commuters will

Bump into each other

Shifting my thoughts

Confusing me and obscuring reality

The air would be cool

But beads of sweat would

Waltz on my face

From the heat and anxiety that weighs on my soul

Death would invite me to dance

And I would take the floor

Like a drunkard after a vodka bath

Laughing so hard that the music

Feels silent

I am well dressed

And I hear the singing

Or is it crying

I awake slowly and the beat of my heart

Is unusual

There is a note of escaping life

Written by my hands crushed and

Stained with blood

But my fingernails are clean

I smile with the lady wearing the red hat

Her fragrance is familiar

I stamped the receipt

And wished her a beautiful day

Unsure

Im stuck in a place of uncertain Not really knowing if im worthy

Is this meant to be or am i forcing it

I know I can’t expect you to do the things for me as i do for you

But what are we even doing

Are you here for me like you say you are

Or is it only when its convienent for you

Am i the only one ?

I would like to think i am but something in my brain is telling me that’s not true

And yes this could stem from past hurt but is it?

Am I tripping?

A part of me wants to believe maybe your out there getting me something for my birthday

The other part me is confused

Because why am i being ignored

Why are you pulling away from me like i did something wrong.

II asked you what i did and you said nothing

You want me to focus on my birthday but this year all i wanted was you I wanted a chance to get to know you to love you to hug you

I wanted to ask questions deeper then who’s your favorite character I wanted more then sex I wanted to penetrate your mind

But every time i try the plans never work out

Everrytime i come to Syracuse for more a couple hours im left alone by myself

Nights you were suppose to spend with me that never happened

Which is why it seems like you have someone else I dont want to think this way but I can’t be made a fool of twice I miss the times that i was certain of my relationship

The times where i knew i was all a person wanted and needed I give so much of myself to people

But when its time for people to be here for me its never the same

And they wonder why i stay to myself

Im so tired of people going ghost when its my time to request something I feel like people have me around because its convenient for them

But the second that convince is gone whelp so am i

My tears today is not a sign of weakness it is a sign of humanity

A sign of growth because i remember a time when i would say fuck it and go be a hoe

But that’s not me anymore

Instead i sit in this cafe tears in my eyes and fingers to keyboard just trying to figure some things out

I dont understand

Maybe its not mean for me to get anymore

Idk

I prayed for you

There were nights I laid in my bed in tears

Fearful of what was to come So I prayed I prayed that God would send me “my one”

Send me someone who will enjoy my wants and understand my needs

Send me someone willing to help me plant seeds of positivity

Send me someone willing to communicate and fix our wrongs

Send me my perfect verse over the perfect song I’m so tired and stressed

Send me someone just as tired of this mess

Im not perfect so work on me as well

Help me see my flaws because I can’t always tell

Bring my insecurities to light so i can make sure they are no more

And if I build a wall , you build a door

Open me for her and allow me to accept her in Allow me to soften my heart and together we will win

Now here she is in the flesh bringing me smiles and happiness

Ill be the best version of me I can because I prayed for you

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