Submissions by Lamjhnsn1 (FREe African King)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written for many years now. On and off. To the level of one who does write on and off. I always come back to this wonderful art form. Here, to grow, share and enjoy the artistry of others.
Too Soon
In a moment, we'll meet,
In a second, we'll caress,
In a minute, we'll kiss....
In an hour, we'll reminisce, on the passing of time, too soon....
Counting the moments....the seconds, until another brand new moon....
Rushing the minutes....
Cursing the hours....
Dreading the pace, of this sluggish afternoon.
What is it to time, that our time be too much?
What does the hour hand know of your, & my, cherished touch?
Does it not know, near you, I'm alive, but apart, I perish much?
I...
In a second, we'll caress,
In a minute, we'll kiss....
In an hour, we'll reminisce, on the passing of time, too soon....
Counting the moments....the seconds, until another brand new moon....
Rushing the minutes....
Cursing the hours....
Dreading the pace, of this sluggish afternoon.
What is it to time, that our time be too much?
What does the hour hand know of your, & my, cherished touch?
Does it not know, near you, I'm alive, but apart, I perish much?
I...
#IMissYou
#love
#night
#romantic
#separation
357 reads
4 Comments
Light, & Dark (Ombré Swirls)
Light, & dark, blended;
No evil comprehended,
Just two unkept hearts, finally mended.
Ombré colored, swirls.
One smooth flowing, the other rugged curls.
Regardless precious, he, an onyx stone, she, a lustrous sea pearl.
They duo mix, both, guiding wends.
The one blows, the other bends.
The one rises, the two ascend.
No evil comprehended,
Just two unkept hearts, finally mended.
Ombré colored, swirls.
One smooth flowing, the other rugged curls.
Regardless precious, he, an onyx stone, she, a lustrous sea pearl.
They duo mix, both, guiding wends.
The one blows, the other bends.
The one rises, the two ascend.
#culture
#evil
#identity
#racism
#uplifting
172 reads
2 Comments
Moaning Song
When the evening brings it's curtain down,
& lifts it's starlit crown, she sings her moaning song.
When the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
& guides it home, by it's looming light, she sings her moaning song.
When eventide lowers it's blinding haze,
& wandering eyes cannot appraise, she sings her moaning song.
When the night owl, is unafraid,
& begins in earnest, his serenade, she too sings her moaning song.
When our lips meet, in the twilight's glow,
& the hour hand, moves ever slow, she sings her...
& lifts it's starlit crown, she sings her moaning song.
When the sun kisses the moon goodnight,
& guides it home, by it's looming light, she sings her moaning song.
When eventide lowers it's blinding haze,
& wandering eyes cannot appraise, she sings her moaning song.
When the night owl, is unafraid,
& begins in earnest, his serenade, she too sings her moaning song.
When our lips meet, in the twilight's glow,
& the hour hand, moves ever slow, she sings her...
#moon
#night
#romantic
#sky
#stars
202 reads
1 Comment
Hanging Tapestry
Your bruises wear like a hanging tapestry.
Purple details woven into the skin.
Bitter remembrances, stitched into a whole.
You couldn't of known the reasons you were being stretched.
You wouldn't of imagined the threads there to shape you.
But didn't those threads give you color?
The reds, & the golds?
And didn't the warps, give you a structure, to which you've fastened?
A radiant celebration, you've become.
Much more complete, in your intricacies.
Unwavering art, that fashions triumph.
Purple details woven into the skin.
Bitter remembrances, stitched into a whole.
You couldn't of known the reasons you were being stretched.
You wouldn't of imagined the threads there to shape you.
But didn't those threads give you color?
The reds, & the golds?
And didn't the warps, give you a structure, to which you've fastened?
A radiant celebration, you've become.
Much more complete, in your intricacies.
Unwavering art, that fashions triumph.
#courage
#inspirational
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
137 reads
1 Comment
Primal (Version 3)
#dirty
#erotic
233 reads
4 Comments
Primal (Version 2) / Poignant Persimmon
#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
123 reads
2 Comments
Primal
We submit to primal principles.
Half deranged from hellish heat.
Clothing estranged like forgotten faith.
Lips dried by scorching sun.
Lips wet by temporal tongues.
Moans passing through arid airways.
Mouth enwrapped by briny breasts.
Legs that become erotically entangled.
Sweat plunging from dripping diaphragms
Breathes turning to grasping gasps.
Bodies engaged in orgasmic oneness
Half deranged from hellish heat.
Clothing estranged like forgotten faith.
Lips dried by scorching sun.
Lips wet by temporal tongues.
Moans passing through arid airways.
Mouth enwrapped by briny breasts.
Legs that become erotically entangled.
Sweat plunging from dripping diaphragms
Breathes turning to grasping gasps.
Bodies engaged in orgasmic oneness
#erotic
#passion
#sensual
196 reads
2 Comments
The Metaphysics Of You
Admittedly, I speak metaphysically,
to explain just what you mean to me.
All that I adore, about you, could only best be explored through grand metaphor.
Your all encompassing esthetic,
Speaks directly to my genetics
We share this electric bond,
That's the reason I'm close, & why I remain so fond.
To me, you're as essential as air.
So in essence, I'm in need of you, everywhere.
You're my atomic ring, which in layman's terms, makes you my everything.
Still, I'm space, & you're time, ...
to explain just what you mean to me.
All that I adore, about you, could only best be explored through grand metaphor.
Your all encompassing esthetic,
Speaks directly to my genetics
We share this electric bond,
That's the reason I'm close, & why I remain so fond.
To me, you're as essential as air.
So in essence, I'm in need of you, everywhere.
You're my atomic ring, which in layman's terms, makes you my everything.
Still, I'm space, & you're time, ...
#admiration
#romantic
239 reads
2 Comments
Apocalyptic Paradise (Juxtaposition)
#apocalypse
#death
#love
#sex
#war
80 reads
2 Comments
Dark Paradise
#apocalypse
#erotic
#passion #romantic
#passion #romantic
205 reads
2 Comments
When Black Means Gold (Hail, Simone)
Subdued greatness awaiting, in her poise.
Siloed stillness, that shuts out all the noise.
She takes a breath, & moves in strides.
Arms spreading like dusk, fists pumping, at her sides.
Her ignighted frame begins, in it's rise,
An ecliptic moon, over Paris skies.
Her every movement, a sudden of flips.
We witness the beauty of La Chapelle's eclipse.
Up there, she dances quick, in peerless flight.
Elegance that spins, skin like the night.
She comes back down, in a meteoric landing.
A smile, &...
Siloed stillness, that shuts out all the noise.
She takes a breath, & moves in strides.
Arms spreading like dusk, fists pumping, at her sides.
Her ignighted frame begins, in it's rise,
An ecliptic moon, over Paris skies.
Her every movement, a sudden of flips.
We witness the beauty of La Chapelle's eclipse.
Up there, she dances quick, in peerless flight.
Elegance that spins, skin like the night.
She comes back down, in a meteoric landing.
A smile, &...
#culture
#inspirational
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
123 reads
0 Comments
Giving
You must give,
Making the reception no matter.
The gift is all things;
All else, being chatter
The process is never one sided.
The passing is but a part.
And you a conduit,
For with God, lies the start.
The ending is ours,
Though the outcome, seem out of hand.
If we receive & do well by it,
Blessed are we, who do as God planned
Making the reception no matter.
The gift is all things;
All else, being chatter
The process is never one sided.
The passing is but a part.
And you a conduit,
For with God, lies the start.
The ending is ours,
Though the outcome, seem out of hand.
If we receive & do well by it,
Blessed are we, who do as God planned
#faith
#fate
#motivational #wisdom
#motivational #wisdom
131 reads
0 Comments
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