every time you see me you see the most beautiful me that there is and the most beautiful me that there will ever me and it is a gift that you give to me that I wish so much so very much to give back to you in a new ending loop of what love … Continue reading My Promise
poems
It is
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
High Heel Philosophy
High heels, high hopes dreams on an unsteady foundation like wearing stilettos for the first time everyone falls down and we all live to see the next day
Broken Beaches
The beach was broken. There wasn’t much of a shore to explore At least at first... Further on the path Around the bend And through a mangrove forest There was some sand for my toes. And waves to rinse away All the residue that has been clinging To every step I take, weighing down Thought, … Continue reading Broken Beaches
Comfort
Comfort found in the bottle isn't comfort all at or so they say and plead their case though looks and passing remarks Comfort found through lies and sweaty deeds isn't comfort all at so let me take the comfort that is honest after all, I can't lie to a bottle.
It is
Love, they say should never hurt. Never make you cry or cut your soul, Maybe those that say it have never been in love, Cause love hurts and burns us so everyday Love cuts you so deep and fills you with so many desires You don’t know which way is up And which way to … Continue reading It is
Washing
I miss reading my poetry to you letting my words roll over you before they hit anyone else knowing that sharing them with you meant something to us both you said you loved me but there were so many things not working and the two things that keep my heart beating You and my work … Continue reading Washing
Another Momma Song
She gave me life, She never let me know how insane I was, Or made me grow mean instead of up, She still takes me to the dentist, And lets me get teddy bears to hold and cuddle, She laughs with me, and loves my friends, bears with my animals, She talks and cries with … Continue reading Another Momma Song
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 … Continue reading Talking to Myself
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 … Continue reading Eyes II
Lucinda Rose 