Tag: Poetry
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Dew Drops and Sunshine
Before the morning finds its voice,the meadow wears a crown of glass.Each blade of grass lifts silver pearls,small miracles that never last.The dew arrives without a sound,borrowed from the hush of night,holding tiny worlds insideuntil they meet the morning light.Then sunshine spills across the hills,a river poured from skies above.It kisses every waiting dropwith quiet…
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The Space Between
Between hope and certainty stretches a quiet sea,Where dreams wear fragile wings and drift uncertainly.The horizon glimmers with a promise not yet known,A path of whispered maybes where courage walks alone.Hope plants its tender lantern in the gathering night,While certainty waits distant, clothed in steady light.Each step becomes a question the heart still dares to…
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Wind in Britches
Daddy say it low like thunder rollin’ through the kitchen air,“Girl, that ain’t no man—just wind in britches, nothin’ there.”I hear him by the sink, water tappin’ like a tired song,Talkin’ ‘bout a man who always right but always wrong.“Wind in Britches,” Daddy spit, eyes fixed on the floor,“Blow in with a promise, then he…
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Friday Favorites: Why did God make me Black?
by RuNell Ni Ebo Lord, LordWhy did You make me Black?Why did You make someonethe world wants to hold back?Black is the color of dirty clothes,the color of grimy hands and feet.Black is the color of darkness,the color of tire-beaten streets.Why did You give me thick lips,a broad nose and kinky hair?Why did You make…
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Friday Favorites: Dreams
-by Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow. ©mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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A POEM A DAY 232
Insistence Roots claw the wall, damp breath of stone, Sap and rust and rainbone grown. Leaves whisper dust, green tasting air, Bark splits open, musk everywhere. Sun warms lichen, sweet and sour, Time drips slow in vine and flower. The wall groans low, the roots reply— Life insists. It will not die. Simona A. Brinson…
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Where Does It Hurt?
It hurts in the placewhere your hand used to be—small fingers waitingfor yours to close around themlike a promise.You let go quietly.Not a yank, not a break—just a looseningI didn’t understanduntil I was already alone.It hurts at the tablewhere your laughter livesfor everyone else,bright as a candleI am not allowed to touch.For me, there is…
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A POEM A DAY 231
Heart of Glass Verse 1I learned to smile with my hands in my pocketsHold it together, never let it showBuilt my armor out of quiet habitsSaid I was fine, but you already knowI let you in through the cracks I was hidingSwore I was stronger than all of thisBut love has a way of finding…
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A POEM A DAY 230
Runner’s High The road unfolds, a ribbon thin,Each breath a match, each stride a win.The ache arrives, then slips away,Like doubt that cannot choose to stay.My lungs complain, my calves ignite,The mind says stop—my feet say fight.Then somewhere past the counted mile,The body breaks into a smile.The world goes quiet, sharp and clear,The pounding heart…
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Friday Favorites: MACBETH Act V. Scene V. – Dunsinane. Within the Castle.
by William Shakespeare To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon…
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