Poetry

The Poet Cries

Post Views = 2852I see pairs I stop and stare Gauge the odds and evens The whole point of it, and reasons And with logic establish rhetorics With sound mind, engage Try to look past the hands held The lipstick stains left, the kisses Hugs, the deposits plus big investments Nerves, the fulfillment of better halves My complicated status a …

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I am pregnant

Post Views = 822I am pregnant I have been vomitting Vomitting all day Vomitting all night Vomitting all the negativity Vomitting all the low self esteem Vomitting all the hate Vomitting all the  enemies The doctor has confirmed Confirmed my pregnancy Pregnant with hope pregnant with positiveness pregnant with love and friendliness. Pregnant with high self esteem And most important …

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The desert wind

Post Views = 2440The desert wind Blows blows and blows It quarrels as it sways trees Carries dust, whistles past our Houses Our bedrooms And leaves dust lying On the floor And on items It whistles past Our livestock It carries with it the night calm And deposits echoes of The deserts barrenness. The desert wind whirls And whirls Carries …

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My co wife

Post Views = 821She’s a short slender woman So old fashioned but flashy She prides herself in being the First The first in line A line that we will toe She wears not Like those her age She dresses like a lying little girl To please our husband And clients She likes the courtroom More than her house More than …

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Behind The Sins

Post Views = 1122She saw in his eyes something Something beguiling Something her naive mind couldn’t behold Something about how dark they seemed Something about how cold his gaze felt How chilly his moods How within the calm, there came the thrill that moved her to embrace her own emptiness She knew something lay in the void of his heart …

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Does it sound so easy?

Post Views = 575It is not easy creating metaphors from these dusty roads, riders only care about how far it goes Pick a punchline from the gutters, and throw it all on these dirty dogs that’ll never know how poetry flows through empty thrones To every home I was an open letter, yet still it was hard deciphering the postal …

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