Unclaimed Diamonds

He’ll take his plant that grew inches between vines

And claim love that reached stars

But was never really mine

And he will walk away…

Symphony

Perrizzites ๐Ÿ•ท lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs ๐Ÿฆ from these mythological veins
I write โœ๐Ÿพand put my random thoughts in mind carved frames ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿคฏ
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿคบ
My passion has no mercy ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ
It has no senseless shame
Iโ€™m sworn to secrecy ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿคซ
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
๐Ÿ—ฃRunning ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธfrom the Antichrist because I know he will hate it ๐Ÿ˜ก
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves ๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›€
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌis where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read ๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“š
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots ๐Ÿ‚ are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!๐ŸŒด

๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ—ฃSo I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

And if I donโ€™t write โœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿพ

I fear my brain will not remain

Trynaโ€™ master the art of

๐Ÿ—ฃPoetry!

๐Ÿ—ฃMemory!

๐Ÿ—ฃWrite!

๐Ÿ—ฃRetain!

๐Ÿ—ฃWords!

The Quieting

Shhhhh

You will not embarrass me today

Were walking inside

Don’t bother anyone

And do not!

Knock anything over!

Go inside

Sit down

And shut up!

Morning Wind

At the end of the business day

When I’m hot and frustrated at the smell of his lingering cologne

I will know it was my thoughts that brought me to this very place

And only my thoughts alone that can bring me out

Since no other man can please me

This morning brings a slow dance

At the workplace coffee pot

That no thought can tame

Lineage

I can’t find my shoe string to my left boot because I unlaced it to shoot up
High on this fentanyl shit
Can’t take it
Enough is enough
My veins are confused
These streets are too ruff
I keep hitting that same vein crying
Dying
Trying hard not to give up
Sick ’cause my friend overdosed
Tryna’ find what she had
Drooling
Hard
Saliva
Getting high with my dad
Can’t stomach this life but which way do I go
I’m already six feet under
Chasing this dragon far reaching
Plateau
I know these streets are cursed
I’m well versed
I’ve planed out my funeral I have it rehearsed
I’ve been living in this nightmare
A sick fantasy
Reversed
Get well or die trying
Can’t stand feeling this hurt
First things first
Gotta find me a bathroom to get this blood out my shirt
I cry because I want out
I cry because I have to get well
I fantasize about being a little girl again
Playing hide and seek and riding porcelain horses
Carousel
Every day gotta find me a way
Gotta find somebody
Somebody help me get well today
Daddy sister aunty and uncle were junkies
Granny was too
I shot dope in the bathroom everyday during school
Fourteen years old
Daddy shot me up first
Two days later daddy was dead
O.D,ed while at work
I stay high because daddy, sister and uncle are gone
Granny too
Its been thirty years
Acute
And I’m still looking for my shoe string I took out of my left boot

Nauseous (Poetry)

 

 

Nauseous from all the sour men I’ve eaten

Understanding my belly more because of them it’s deepened

Watching others cope by cutting while I watch the blood seeping

Tired from this nod spend all my time sleeping

I’ve been confused, panicked and afflicted

Poor me another so I become estranged and addicted

Lady Sings the Blues was my song

Tryna’ wait on God but He seems to take too long

Dancing would have been nice if it wouldn’t have sickened my brain

Spirituality gone wild need a lion trainer to tame

Moonless nights and sunless days

So she plays

And she played

And he paid

Running from her Shadow Knights turning into days

And he stays

Then he strays

So she prays

An evil trick left me sick nervous click felt time tick

Took me days and days till Dawn the universe spinning there’s no Harmony lost in my yawn

Daydreaming

And so I wait

For the universe to deal me a better hand

A Thousand Shrugs’

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God can not hear me because I drown him out with drugs

God is angry because I haven’t obeyed him

Shrugs
I can’t hear my own thoughts because I drowned them out too

Penny for your thought
Tryna’ find something to heal me
Sooth

There’s a whole where they rolled the rock on Jesus
Yet I’m still locked in past day three

Aliens, terrestrial villains
Taken
50 lashes
Invading me

Embryo

The sun

Nowhere to turn
Red light, green light
Go
No
Stop
Run

Heavy loads take camp on my ground
Manipulating Silence
Found
Too lost
Bound

Where once held a thousand hugs
Left me bruised
With a cramped belly
And a thousand shrugs

Love ( V-day Poetry)

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I was standing somewhere between yes and no
Heart being transplanted
Please stop
But dont go
Stars moved me past my defeat
My emotions betrayed me
Facial expressions much less than descreet
Some energy transfered me to the moon
The sun
The rain
The storms
Flowed tunnels
Without my permission
The universe needed recognition for this violation of trust
That made me form this heart beat
That laid patterns down my spine
And laughs joyously
Because I am yours
And you are mine

And as the years grow old

We become one

Just as the universe has designed

Written for my husband, he stole my heart! ๐Ÿ’“ 2018 V-day I love you Charles

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