Category: Poetry
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BEWARE Don’t be fooled by my smallness Or take me as meek I know it is my innocence You do so slyly seek I know the tribe From which you come Is a depraved and fiendish niche But if I were you I’d beware of the monster On my leash Simona A. Brinson Photo by…
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RUMINATE I ruminate on thoughts In a sad man’s head Does he wish to be alive Or does he wish himself dead Has judgment and condemnation So broke in his will That he’d rather lie supine Upon Dead Man’s Hill Does he think death Would be better than life Has he tired of the pain…
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SHADOW He is the shadow From my past That seems to come to light Whenever I am Sad or lonely Especially at night Because he is the one That got away I love him To this very day I smile and I laugh As I reminisce I try not to cry I try not to…
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IMPRESSION She left an impression On his lips And his hands can’t forget The curve of her hips The fragrance of honeysuckle He remembers the most For it is the scent Of his lover’s ghost Simona A. Brinson Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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A PENNY She gave me a penny For my thoughts And I turned it Into a dime Then I multiplied it by ten And bought this pen So, I could spin This rhyme Simona A. Brinson Photo by Adam Nir on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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DISMAY I whispered to the wind And I heard her say My dear child, Why so much dismay? I paused for a moment Because I couldn’t believe What my ears were hearing Cause I couldn’t conceive That the wind had ears To hear my voice Or that she spoke To me by choice I steadied…
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A MEMORY When you died I couldn’t breathe I fell into Daddy’s arms In absolute grief Through tear-stained eyes I saw Uncle Tom’s face And when I called for you Brother His knees gave way That is the clearest memory I have of that day I saw him feel my pain I saw his tears…
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OUTLIVERS There are those Who are called the Outlivers Those who never seem to die I refer to them as trespassers Because they only come out When the moon westers low And the ground is sprinkled With young snow Their skin appears varnished With resinous damar Beautifully unblemished Without any scars No one knows how…
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DANDELION WISHES When I was young I made dandelion wishes That got lost in the wind Or fell into ditches Because those wishes Never came true If they had I’d be with you Simona A. Brinson Photo by Ann Danilina on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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BOX IN THE ATTIC There is a box in the attic Full of secrets and lies Where my family Conceals and hides All the things They don’t want others to see I for one Do not agree In such practices Of concealment and deceit Because it doesn’t Promote harmony or accrete It only perpetuates The…
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