Two faces, two loves deep in my heart, Two beds to find pleasure in, but one a home provides. The other a dream, a memory of what could have been, But never was.. Two faces, two loves, one heart breaking, Logic and love rarely agree, emotions unsure of themselves, One offers a life, hard, but …
Category: Poetry
Dreams
I dream, I die.. I dream, I live, My dreams crash down with a word, I dream, I die...I dream, I live.. My dreams are the phoenix, Rising continuously from the ashes... of a fire burning through and through Bright and beautiful I am reborn, Only to be free for a moment, A moment of …
Modern Woman
I am told that I have it all But the things I want Didn't come with my college education or the career achievements that I have worked so hard for The mind I spent so much time cultivating seems more of a detriment Than an advantage And the frivolous girls who didn't believe in feminism …
Ring True
The bard wrote true when he said that love is not love which alters when alternations finds So do not ask me to forsake the ever-fixed mark of my heart for your reason. Though at times I wish I could could walk away from that which erodes me But Love is not love and this …
The Last Kiss
The last kiss has been given And missed the lips The last caress stroked another hip Endings bring peace with time Only if you see them...
Talking to Myself
I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Day in Day out. I tell myself stories. Sometimes they are good stories. Other times they are just ways to the time and I don’t mourn them when I lose them to memory. Lately, I have been telling a lot of stories and they have making …
Stepping Up (To the Mike)
In just two short days, I will be stepping up to the mike and reading my poetry aloud to a group of people for the first time since college. Then, I was in a small circle and we were all sharing our poems and songs. It was small and close. Intimate and safe. Now, I …
Eyes II
There is something as seen in the eyes Of king A king that makes one bow before him And pales against the rage in a human soul This beast, this king, has more dignity Than the man who would exterminate him. More peace than we who would be superior. This poem is a follow up …
Innocence
I do not have to cling to innocence it is so deeply rooted in my soul that a backhoe and a team of mules could not dredged it from my heart. I have been beaten, raped and betrayed by lovers and friends, and people in between so many ... many times that you think all …
Living on Air
Living on air Loving a shadow Trapped in limbo
Lucinda Rose 