Why do I write? Asking me why I write is like asking why it is necessary to breathe… Really? Why do you breathe? Is it out of necessity? Maybe something you are compelled to do. Because to stop would mean you cease to exist…. Or – Have you ever screamed internally? Where no one could…
Category: Poetry
The poetic thoughts and musings of…well…me. There are some faith based and some me based but they all come from the heart. ❤️
I miss…
Sometimes you just miss…
Food For Thought
They say-
“You are what you eat,”
And truth is,
I’m still starving….
My Pen
When you want to write
But don’t know how-
And you can feel the words
Yet they won’t come out
Losing
Bleating Incessant bleating Your lips are moving but all I hear is- Bleating Now the noise sounds like screaming, Ever heard a kid screaming? A goat, or a baby Either one is quite draining Holding back a shout, Trying to worm its way out Tired- Empty, I have zonked In this match, I tap out…
Pictures
We were given words An update from deciphering Pictures on walls Yet here we are Years later excited To put pictures on walls…. #poetry ©Words With Faith2017
Flower Girl
I bring you flowers on your special day, Plus on days in between…. And up and down the aisle, I’ll skip as music plays Throwing petals, Here and there Watching as they fall, Delivering unto you my friend The greatest bouquet of them all, Where is my bouquet- I wonder…. I’m just a flower girl……
My Black
I was always told My black was ugly This wasn’t by family, To them I was pretty Society told me- My black wasn’t beautiful, That it was something to fear… They said I was Dirt, Mud, A tar baby, Porch monkey- They said..if you were: Lighter, Your hair straighter, Your name- Plainer Maybe then…we’ll claim…
