A bit of poetry to give you some hope...Thank you to Chester Maynes.
Tag: poetry
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 …
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...
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 …
Living on Air
Living on air Loving a shadow Trapped in limbo
Muse
Loathing that which you inspire Is no way to thank the deities that made you mesmerizing and intoxicating Thoughts of you drive me insane and from the depth of that sorrowful longing Something lovely is birthed. A poem, a song or a dashing hero to save the day and break the heroine's heart. Happy endings are …
Here’s to Momma
Here's to Momma, Who said no, To letting a man who didn't love, her anymore stay in her bed. Here's to the Momma, Who said no to moving, going back home, And kept her kids in their house, worked two jobs to do it. Here's to the Momma, Who came home when her daughter, scared …
Papa and Momma’s Story
Papa and Momma don't dance down the lane They don't skip to my lou or any such thing He has a limp from the war says he fell out of bed with a whore, But that ain't the truth Because truth ain't pretty or nice And Momma has been through too much A husband who …
Toxic
There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,tired of being good and getting nowhere.While all the haters breathe easySpewing toxins into the atmospherekilling us, killing them,But they laugh while they diedigging their own graveswe die, too, at peace without actions.
Lucinda Rose 