missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2023 1:06pm
3rd Sep 2023 1:06pm
Formerly Known As (5-7-5 Haiku)
Elemental airs
A Mercurial Gemini
The purple Prince reigned
by Jemia
A Mercurial Gemini
The purple Prince reigned
by Jemia
#music
#haiku
#memorial #nostalgia
#memorial #nostalgia
144 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2021
634 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2021
634 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2021
634 reads
2 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 2:10am
27th Feb 2020 2:10am
Ash Wednesday
Because I know that fame’s
a thing that can’t be carried with me
when I, as dust to dust,
go down into the grave,
and cannot serve as light or warmth
beneath the earth,
I hope now that my name
will be passed on with love
in an unsullied state
in others’ memory
and will remain marked out
on living tongues
at least a while
as if a flame that brightens
darkness at the end of day.
That is, I think, as much
as one can ask for of
the ever-turning world.
a thing that can’t be carried with me
when I, as dust to dust,
go down into the grave,
and cannot serve as light or warmth
beneath the earth,
I hope now that my name
will be passed on with love
in an unsullied state
in others’ memory
and will remain marked out
on living tongues
at least a while
as if a flame that brightens
darkness at the end of day.
That is, I think, as much
as one can ask for of
the ever-turning world.
#memorial
395 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
642 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
642 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
642 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
8th Sep 2022 7:46pm
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
642 reads
eswaller
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
California Love (Denise Levertov Tribute)
As you sleep you dream of California,
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
#love
#beauty
#home
#memorial
#DeniseLevertov
480 reads
6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
California Love (Denise Levertov Tribute)
As you sleep you dream of California,
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
#love
#beauty
#home
#memorial
#DeniseLevertov
480 reads
6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
28th Mar 2019 4:41am
California Love (Denise Levertov Tribute)
As you sleep you dream of California,
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
Always draped and encased in gold.
You always watch as the short, cold
Days of winter and its dimly lit aura
Disappears into the pale, amber light.
Will you be thinking of her? Because
Although you will take one long pause
To admire her in her glory in the night,
But what about all the other seasons?
Because you can be loving her during
All the good memories, but enduring
The fire together is not in the reasons
In which you have loved her the best.
You are...
#love
#beauty
#home
#memorial
#DeniseLevertov
480 reads
6 Comments
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