As she dances to the music of the setting sun
her shadow plays with fireflies
Fireflies
Category: Poetry
Hunger
She…was…always…hungry
Many would consider…her…greedy
Would see her appetite as…insatiable
She tried desperately not to act on its needs
But Hunger always won out
Gnawing persistently at her mental
Forcing her to act
She could not resist its cravings
So…she…suffered
Ashamed of her wanton hunger
Jailed by its immense need
When You Love Me
When you love me
Your hands are gentle
Caressing every inch of my body
Your touch is like silk
Smooth all over my skin
When you hate me
Your hands are rough
Pounding my face and body
Your touch is like a hammer blow
Leaving me battered and bruised
When you love me
You’re always sorry
Saying you’ll never hurt me again
And I, like a fool, believe your words
Just to be pummeled again
When you hate me
The Black Woman
She holds her head high
Towers over
beat-downs from her men
Stands above
put-downs from the media
Lives life
against the grain
with a deck of cards stacked against her
She stands
Arms outstretched and open wide
Hands upturned, fingers splayed
the weight of her people upon her
Still she stands
Fiercely in opposition
against all injustice
Fighting valiantly for
her sons, her daughters
taking the bumps and the bruises
hailed at her by society
with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face
She stands
Moon Kisses
As I stare into the midnight sky
She smiles down
Showering her pale light
upon my face
She smiles down
Her light kisses the treetops
Upon my face
she places a kiss
Her light kisses the treetops
As I stare into the midnight sky
She kisses my face
while I shower in her pale light
What Are You Magical Creature?: NYC Coalition Writing Prompt
I am Dominion
Ferocious and cunning
My amber eyes sees all
My pupils are breathed in flame
I am anger personified
and I do not take my duty lightly
Poetically Aloof
I’m as distant as the meaning of an obscure poem. People hang on my every word, even though, my words drip
with poisonous cynicism. I make them laugh as I flit from person to person, hovering, my nerves on edge, ready to strike
I am a murder hornet, searching for honeybees to decapitate. They fall into my hands unwittingly, caught up in my spell
of poetics. Similes and soliloquies keep them captivated. One would think I am friendly, the way they swarm
around me. I feel like a queen. Maleficient, draped in black, a raven resting on my shoulder. I shoo them away
with a flick of my wrist, swat them down like a fly swatter. The people are pests, surrounding me, bothering me with
their quibbling and smiles, begging me to speak, to lay upon them, sonnets and villanelles and sestinas of words
Words, words, words. If I could not speak I would surely die
Burning Love
My love
overwhelming,
bursts forth
flames, burning, ravaging my soul.
It overtakes all of me
as I melt
into you.
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