Tag: poetry CHW
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The Journey
I stand here with the hands of my mother and grandmother resting firmly on my shoulders – for they are my guide Strong, solid, unwavering, women who created the woman I am and continue to guide the woman I will become I shift slightly making room for the hands of my father and brother ... -
Three Lovely Limericks
Bread Baking The oven shows a delicious sightTo a loaf of bread fluffy and lightAnd on the outsideIts grin becomes wideAs the human’s flesh becomes alight Woke There once was a man who was wokeAnd thought other people were dopesBrags to minoritiesAbout ‘authority’He only got his two legs broke! Cat Got Your Tongue ... -
Who Is Medusa? And Why Is She Laughing?
The title was a prompt from my university lecturer, and from that, I created this poem. I’m feeling misunderstood. I am a woman— Unapologetic, she stares down patriarchy. I was lively— Now, she emerges when the monster is scared. I was raped. I was murdered— No longer will she be silenced. Perseus is no hero— ... -
My Cherry Chocolate Kisses
Cherry Chocolate kisses that leave you longing for more, as I slowly move away allowing my eyes to drift from your lips to your eyes -
End Of Drought
Arid, dry, dustyThirst and empty river beds. Hands cup the air: rain. Photo courtesy of Thaliesin on Pixabay -
Angel Of Heart
Bewildered at life I look at myself When shall I cross This moment despair Hate fills my body Wretched design No fuel to continue Empty on air This passage I ponder Shall it bring light? Or darkness of mind Hollow I drift My conscious betrays me Ode to the night For glory I’m sure Will ... -
Holding Onto Love
You can hold on while still falling.Miracles are seen in the unseen. Fall-and holds on all at the same time.Impossible?No. The bird with broken wings still soars as she sits quietly in the stillness.Her wings tied together, still flutter.The breathless kiss of air touches the curves of her wingsall the while she sits in stillness ... -
A Fallen Angel
I was gifted with you, even if you doubt, an angel from heaven fallen into my lap. I see those wingsthat you have tried to hide, and the halo slipping to one side. I am grateful every day that heaven lost an angelwhich fell my way. Created by Patricia Harris in Canva -
Thirst
Nothing to say.Too much to say.Pen to paper isLike a glass to my mouth. Sometimes I don’t realizeHow thirsty I amUntil water touches my tongue.I drink Liquid spills all over.I don’t careI’ll clean it up later.The water refreshes My throatBanishing drynessIgniting a voice. My voice. Photo courtesy of Silviarita from Pixabay -
Rebellion: A Poem
"Gnawing on double-knotted apron strings Desperate for release Tormented torturer"
