Do nothing…
Do nothing… I want to lay beside you, No… I want to lay within your arms And have you to hold me, We will say nothing We will… Do nothing Just lie there In stillness, slow heave while listening To the
Poems about family relationships, odes to love ones, poems that are dedicated to aunts, uncles, sister, brothers, dad, mom, children… all to do with family and it’s structure
Do nothing… I want to lay beside you, No… I want to lay within your arms And have you to hold me, We will say nothing We will… Do nothing Just lie there In stillness, slow heave while listening To the
“HER” Ruby-shade-faded marble-brown swirl with pepper-salt strand-streaks. This describes the hair of “HER”! Rich outlined surprise brows short of meeting with an upside-down question-mark nose, equal high-rise bone-cheeks and eyes like sparkling stars from a trillion miles away. This describes the face
Soul Play I think of our mornings… soul play While others are making love, we are getting our spirits in check, Tuning ourselves intensively inside the others needs Generating communication while feeding our love seeds No time for reading minds, so we
There’s so many untold secrets that another doesn’t share It can put you in a place that you’ve tried to resist Don’t judge by the other character because you don’t know what state of mind is hidden inside The pain of rejection
Never Really Gave a Damn I don’t look at her the same way… It’s sorrowful and saddening, almost sickening the view now Before, it was that she was a hero to me, I admire her, but I guess the real her I
Ancestral Curse I am the daughter of my fear, It raises me to be vigilant Carrying the bags of her past Weighs me down Holding me down, Drowning me in self-doubt I am the granddaughter of my hurt, I have carried decades
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
Lord i come to you on bended knee Im not as spry as i used to be But I’m coming to you to ask a favor Not for me, for you have blessed me It is for my child You see lord,
GO AHEAD & JUDGE ME THEN CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR MY BONDAGE FREE RECOVERY I’m GOING THROUGH SPIRITUAL CHANGES CAN’T YOU SEE? OR ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE DEAD GIRL I USE TO BE? WHEN SATAN USE TO STRUT ALONG SIDE ME
I’ve loved her from the beginning and the love will never end; she’s my baby, my heart, my best friend. I tried to protect her from all the wrong; she endured her pain and it made her so strong. I would give
We are family Poets and Poetresses Wordsmiths and spoken word Authors and rappers We are family Jealousy has no place here Envy has no place here We all have to lift every voice To help out when we can Who are we
The first time I met this entity I was Caught off Guard Lonely, Desperate and Indeed in need of what you all may call LOVE She Greeted me with a Grinful Salutation this morning while standing behind at my vanity Then she
W I P Appeal Poetry On the Up rise No Surprise You whispered words in the night That made my nature arise A haunting Metaphorical Smith of words you be Doing it to my earhole Stroking words that went it deeply
As the sun rests its weary head upon horizon´s breast, I amble in the cemetery, while others are in beds to rest, This place where old bats hover & black cats go to prowl, Where earth gives way to digging, of pick