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Pain in my chest Air gasps for me As I gasp for breath Hands held high Reaching for the sky Hoping to caress the moon Songstress Beautiful melodies leaving me scarred Eyes so warm Like warm breath on alerted necks Her mouth seemed to have been made for tongues As secular psalms seemed to reach to the heavens in reverence Heavensent is such an overstated concept Heavensent is such an overstated concept Heaven sent is such an overstated… She was as her skin, smooth as doves Her soul as radiant as the majestic glow That accompany angels Oshun aint got nothing on this servant of the lord Shulamite’s equal Forgive me father for I have sin For mine eyes hath seen the glory And the coming of her love And yet I felt the eyes of another Patiently awaiting my downfall Hoping her love could prevent what my heart Has told me so long ago I could tell she knew I knew And I knew she knew that I knew that she knew But who would have known about… Him Face so familiar Yet new to this scene like trepidation in my veins Blood rushing forward Heart uncontrollable My stomach churns an elixir of poison To ease the mind of Romeo’s ill-fated grief Killing me softly with this song Killing me softly with this song And I continue to strum my fingers While singing her words In my head Dancing In my head Moving steadily to the underline melody And I wishing I was there In my head We spoke of moths as big as birds And bobbed our head to the latest B-Boy seen A round table discussion of words Seemingly innocent Yet shot out of barrels Explosive when you hear it And as they lynched a white boy In the streets of Walker Ave. My mind was on my death And waited for it to all be over In time To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737 |