Be my person - Be the one I run to when my world collapses around me The one I think of first when goodness has found me Be my person - The one to understand the craziness that is me But stays around knowing that there's more that defines me Traversing ups and downs, Knowing… Continue reading Be My
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. ❤️
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… Continue reading Losing
Sick Call
I haven't been feeling well.... I do believe I'm sick, I calmly asked the Doctor "Can you write me out a script?" The Doctor merely smiled, Then He looked down at His pad, He lifted up His pen to write.... These are the writs I have - For fear take two, Isaiah 41:10 Fear not for I… Continue reading Sick Call
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...… Continue reading 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… Continue reading My Black
Find My Heart
Shattered- Like broken glass The pieces stab Grate.... Pierce- Slowly embed themselves Into the remainder of my heart I can remove the pieces, Mend the heart You though, Have a part Find me- Place the last stitch, Make it right And hold me tight, Never let go But be mindful I'm battered and bruised, Scarred… Continue reading Find My Heart
My Flesh
Daily my flesh dies- It Cries Sings...sighs.. The flesh tries... Lies- Daily my flesh lies, Upon the alter that is life And I pray, Fix it- Make it better For It is weak, And I was told we must die.. Die to it daily- So daily it dies, And daily it's molded... Mold it- My… Continue reading My Flesh
Voiceless
Do- You- See- Me? Do you? Right in front of you, Speaking to you, Like a broken, lost puppet I sing... I dance.. I twirl... I prance- Oh, the world's a stage Cue good old "Mr Cellophane" Can you see my countenance change? Notice I wear a mask to play this game? Can you hear… Continue reading Voiceless
Grandma’s Chair
On Grandma's porch, there's an iron chair I close my eyes, and she's sitting there Head slightly bent, in silent prayer... When I open them up she's really there, Rocking in this front porch chair... The truth is... I have no clue how long she's been there, In this iron sitting chair Whispering her… Continue reading Grandma’s Chair
