Free Verse
Burn the Ships
I smell like smoke. My hair, my clothes, probably my breath. I grew up in Canada and we had wood-burning stoves for heat, so we all smelled like smoke, all the time. We were nose blind to it. What a weird saying.” to be nose blind.” but we all know what it means without having to be educated on it. As I got older, smelling like smoke was one of those things that either meant you were at a bonfire with friends and having a wonderful time, or you were working out in the field,burning brush and dead trees. Both of those scenarios being favorable to just sitting in the house watching TV.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Not Stupid
I ain't, ya'll. That's what you think. Ain't is somethin' we create? ME is underneath a heavy cover, a sweet retreat from your discomfort. Naw, ya'll are always down, seein' me with your jaded brow; where do I belong in your white ass dreams, layin' low, to be unseen? Ever stray to wonder why a black kid feels a little shy? I shine, I shine; OH, how Momma sees me shine. I sit waitin' for the bus, after seein' my therapist; cops are called 'cause I am readin' 'bout the struggle and am grieving. I am BLACK, I am BROWN, I am whatever ya'll puttin' down. I am GAY, I am kind, you won't see ME with your dull eyes. I'd give up if it weren't for hope; Momma's love is my antidote; SHE don't give up on me, even if society....don't let me SHINE, SHINE, SHINE.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Drinks Full For The Eyes
Fill my cup so full, Never does the bottom reach, Nature provides peace. I love to mix the feelings I get whenever I see beautiful pieces of natural art, and this one reminded me of cups which were full of beautiful bliss. To read more or get notified whenever I create new works, please subscribe and enjoy the future creative I bring to you anywhere.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets
