I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
Nareena O wife, of the sea O marine eyes wax fingertips, fill my ears Defenseless against her brilliant cadence charmer sea-witch
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
The moss pink moon smiles, How I wish to meet you, whispers rustling wind As Muna the ashen moon-hound tail wags thwack, thwack, thwack
Tiberius, in a world of demands mysterious as they’re imperious In all seriousness, fate, love, losses are insidious
Motherly Noura the Nourisher; Beloved, beholder, botanical A beautiful moonscape poem written on the moon, as ram horns echo...
Iniko, time is neutral, chase it! everybody has it- Somebody can use it; Anybody can abuse it- Impatiently minute hands
Douse her pearlescent flame- In feign, her incandesce does not smoother predawns first visible glow burgundy smoldering
Sharik, underneath you’re the warmth, of the sunlight on concrete You’re the succulent blooming from the cracks Exposing their weakness
She and I have read volumes and tomes about love— Furthermore, your love is not what is in the books! Moreover, I carry
My muscles ache from the weight of holding up, the bridges, I should of let burn.... You and I, wick to a candle
Do you want to depart this life? O Greek-Nosed poetess... with stanzas of Spanish influence O Dalia, unreplicable
The Goddess Wisk, has a temper as turbulent as the sea Full of rage and fits of jealousy A deity NOT royalty She wears,
My grace charming, drips of poetic wax, on edges of her mouth; Pooling and pulling me in... As long as the sun, keeps shining—
