Relates a series of events or tells a story.
Carla I remember when I first saw her, I had prejudice written across my heart I had already formed an opinion about who she was And what she would be to me She didn’t’ even appear as all the rest, I ignored
*Touching My Poetry* She said why don’t you write me something erotic,… I mean I don’t even know where to start because it’s finished if I ring your doorbell and you answer dressed in that silky sexiness that slides off your skin
Just friends She said, Complications……. Us and the thought Of forever never once had a conversation but……. ……. ….. ( she stopped) Im just waiting….. A red light signaled by fear, I already knew which way she was attempting to steer yet
“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
Life is Interesting… In search for something that was greater than my now, I felt within a tugging at my heart that caused distress I knew that what I was feeling needed careful attention There in the back of my mind spoked
This Morning… This morning I had felt your breath on the back of my neck You pulled me in as our bodies created a mold I felt your pelvic area fixed in on my rear end And all I could feel is
I pressed my lips to her cup. Tasting, sampling the gifts offered in her chalice. Swallowing the parts of her soul offered me. In this, I am a captive to the pleasure. Chained to the inclination to be a pause in the
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
Unscripted A poem created by Elle McLin Sometimes I can’t release the pain in my tears As I fight to get them out, weeping violently Pain struck, convulsions where body shakes Heartbroken, yet still breaks And each shard shreds me inside Once
God Bless the Child… When the world is not yours, It strolls to the rules of others In this life, the adults dictate the rights from the wrongs And they come with advantages that are never described, But lay strong in the
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
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
For as long as I can remember there’s been this shade that hovers just above my mind’s third eye and clouds my thinking It skews… distorts… and colors my view of things. And when I’m not looking it has a knack of
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