Submissions by MellanatedAngel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2014 10:37pm
26th Nov 2014 10:37pm
Solutions
Find ways to unite
without getting arrested
to bring about change
Look to the past like
Montgomery bus boycott
be a solution
without getting arrested
to bring about change
Look to the past like
Montgomery bus boycott
be a solution
603 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2014 5:18am
14th Nov 2014 5:18am
Haikus
Some women are weak-
ened by the touch of a man
Loss of common sense
Some women co-cre
Ate with the Power of man
Unite, Divinely
ened by the touch of a man
Loss of common sense
Some women co-cre
Ate with the Power of man
Unite, Divinely
715 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2014 4:25am
10th Nov 2014 4:25am
Haiku One
Some people would rath-
Er be told what god is than
Find out for themselves
Er be told what god is than
Find out for themselves
689 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 3:30am
9th Nov 2014 3:30am
What Is Nature
The birds know.
The birds understand their connection to everything.
They know what nature is, what it should be.
But now, they get confused.
The Industrial Age..The Information Age..The Wasteful Age
The birds get confused.
They think plastic bags are normal
Metal, rubber, and aluminum foil have become food
Human debris is mistaken for prey,
Ingested and passed on.
The birds know what that bright star in the sky does, how it affects them.
The birds understand cycles.
They recognize seasons, time, hot and cold.
They know where to go...
The birds understand their connection to everything.
They know what nature is, what it should be.
But now, they get confused.
The Industrial Age..The Information Age..The Wasteful Age
The birds get confused.
They think plastic bags are normal
Metal, rubber, and aluminum foil have become food
Human debris is mistaken for prey,
Ingested and passed on.
The birds know what that bright star in the sky does, how it affects them.
The birds understand cycles.
They recognize seasons, time, hot and cold.
They know where to go...
793 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 9:55pm
5th Nov 2014 9:55pm
What He Is To Me
His swagger is right
His mind is sound and his words are profound
He’s sweet like me
He’s what I want my son to be
He is amazing
He’s a homie I can crack jokes with
He’s a lover who knows when to fight
He’s a friend I talk to day and night
He’s gentle and strong
He can admit when he’s wrong
He is indescribable
He’s heart, and wise, and so much more
He is Love
His mind is sound and his words are profound
He’s sweet like me
He’s what I want my son to be
He is amazing
He’s a homie I can crack jokes with
He’s a lover who knows when to fight
He’s a friend I talk to day and night
He’s gentle and strong
He can admit when he’s wrong
He is indescribable
He’s heart, and wise, and so much more
He is Love
801 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 11:06pm
4th Nov 2014 11:06pm
Be a Teacher
If you teach the youth that our history started with slaves
They will behave with depraved indifference to ending up in a grave too soon
The mentality garnered from a government curriculum, produces kids numb to what they can become
Leaves kids unaware of their power to create
Look around your neighborhood for proof
Teach our youth the truth;
Our history started millions of years ago in the Congo,
In Kemet in Kush,
From Egypt to the Bush
Great Warriors, Kings, and Queens
Improve a child’s dreams by telling them the whole story from the beginning;...
They will behave with depraved indifference to ending up in a grave too soon
The mentality garnered from a government curriculum, produces kids numb to what they can become
Leaves kids unaware of their power to create
Look around your neighborhood for proof
Teach our youth the truth;
Our history started millions of years ago in the Congo,
In Kemet in Kush,
From Egypt to the Bush
Great Warriors, Kings, and Queens
Improve a child’s dreams by telling them the whole story from the beginning;...
855 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 3:24am
3rd Nov 2014 3:24am
Mas (More In English)
Constantly looking ahead I want more for myself
Something fulfilling in addition to wealth
A life full of love I see clearly in front of me
Always perfecting my craft,
Those who don’t are just wanna-be’s
Nothing can hold me back I’d like to see who’d even try, the odds I defy
Not a part time goal setter but a go-getter, and I’m no better
Than the next wo-man except I do have a plan for my life
Guess I’m making God laugh
And I know that some people don’t know what I mean
But I’m sick of the monotonous routine
Unseen is my potential here
A...
Something fulfilling in addition to wealth
A life full of love I see clearly in front of me
Always perfecting my craft,
Those who don’t are just wanna-be’s
Nothing can hold me back I’d like to see who’d even try, the odds I defy
Not a part time goal setter but a go-getter, and I’m no better
Than the next wo-man except I do have a plan for my life
Guess I’m making God laugh
And I know that some people don’t know what I mean
But I’m sick of the monotonous routine
Unseen is my potential here
A...
664 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 8:47pm
1st Nov 2014 8:47pm
I Am Home
The vibration of my words leaves sensation in my verbs
My nouns are more pronounced as the sound waves continue to bounce
I am in the realm of the unseen yet all is felt
Conscious connectedness blesses me with its presence
My adjectives live and become more vivid, with one pivot of my voice
The rotation of my voice swings back around to me
Now, sound I see
Inexplicable to you but natural to me
I feel my language. This is my new language
I write my poems with sound, so you can feel me
My mood surrounds you as what I think you experience
I am...
My nouns are more pronounced as the sound waves continue to bounce
I am in the realm of the unseen yet all is felt
Conscious connectedness blesses me with its presence
My adjectives live and become more vivid, with one pivot of my voice
The rotation of my voice swings back around to me
Now, sound I see
Inexplicable to you but natural to me
I feel my language. This is my new language
I write my poems with sound, so you can feel me
My mood surrounds you as what I think you experience
I am...
759 reads
4 Comments
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