They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
One, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three, one-thousand, four He sucks in a breath, and I release one I watch him, mouth open, gums black, eyes closed
I rounded the corner and was taken back by the stillness of the parking lot. It was dark outside, a thin layer of frost covered my car reflecting dimmed lot lights. How long had I been in there?
Retracing my steps Every day since you left Wondering aimlessly to find you, and I lose myself When I think of you, and someone else,
Birds Of A Single Feather
To fly alone is bad enough. But, with someone, less divine is to fly twice as hard against a current unwilling. You become unable to harness the vast energy of the holiest of all ghosts, supernature.
a broken heart renders no sleep tosses and turns halts my slumber i pray for more dreams pray to be led astray pray to be lead to heartbreak once again
Fix a Broken Heart
I thought I had a good thing I thought I had a sure thing I thought you were the best but when it does not go your way I had to fix it
This short book of poems is dedicated to the person I was during three years of marriage that will haunt me for an eternity. It is also dedicated to anyone who is a victim of domestic abuse. Our pain may never truly go away, but I have faith we will learn and grow from it and that through time and strength it will fade.
I Hate my Dad, I Love my Dad
I wrote this poem to both express my emotions about him but also to honor his memory. He passed away six years ago, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him.
A riddle of continued tragedy.
The darkness upon the horizon, the storm clouds of despair, The uncertainty of tomorrow where fear would surely tear, The destitution of the land, the desolation of the plane,
She wants to play on easy, Long Suffering, Only pace I know Go Hard, She wants luxury Cars, Pool in the Back Yard,
There was a young farmer who grew fond of his family apple orchard. He would play in the orchard, pick apples when he was hungry, and
Tale of Maduka and Kasiemobi’s Annulment:
No, well meaning woman enters into a relationship, to be defrauded A partners hands, full of gray goldenrod... Flawed giving ones all,