MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th May 2024 4:53pm
5th May 2024 4:53pm
The Lord's Gonna Call Him Home
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
#daughter
#family
#motherhood
272 reads
5 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th May 2024 4:53pm
5th May 2024 4:53pm
The Lord's Gonna Call Him Home
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
#daughter
#family
#motherhood
272 reads
5 Comments
MYSTERIOUS_GIRL
Lizzy_3164
Lizzy_3164
Poem Published
5th May 2024 4:53pm
5th May 2024 4:53pm
The Lord's Gonna Call Him Home
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodnight
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a Preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me,
thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind
like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male
don't make him a man
...
#daughter
#family
#motherhood
272 reads
5 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
337 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
337 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
337 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
337 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
337 reads
30 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
132 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
132 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
132 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
132 reads
10 Comments
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