Poetry for ChangeAs love grows from a foundation
Of beauty, my gaze is in contrition
For those who live devoid of love.
Leave, like, live, lively, longing to love …
As each child, man, and woman need a hive
To promote, programing all with reverence.
A need to bathe in the certitude of being
Cocooned and cherished for just existing.
With each caress, word, gaze, request,
You’re inundated with warmth that’s best
Given in daily doses, so as not to fall
Into depression that’ll turn you into a ball.
Soft lips murmur mostly
Love words that revel in a list
Of muffled sounds that greatly
Impact your softened heart.
Let the soft caresses linger
On the shell of your ear, jaw, cheek,
Chin, and plant a loving kiss per
Lip laying homage and creating a spark.
The electricity or chemistry starts
The love that deepens with decades passing
While building on the flashes
That began the journey to loving.
Hope
Conquers
Depression.
Faith
Is
Everlasting.
War
Decimates
The people.
The economy
Fluctuates
The rich.
The flower’s fragile fragrance
Flits in the air with great flair.
Our brittle boastful beauty
Dies an easy death as its flaky.
Our self-esteem and worth
Are no better in a quick death.
Our faith is crushable in
Its flimsy strength that’s not portable.
Our relationships are just as tender
If not cared and sacrificed for.
It’s the easiest thing in life to let go,
And not struggle to overcome the foe.
Scary homes with skeletons
Swinging from trees
Waving scarily in the breeze.
Fall Sunset
The flaming sun burnishes the sky
With reds and oranges
Spilling over tree tops
Like a flame of life; Let go and Fly!
For my Fibonacci poem, Lone
Lone
One
lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
The sun and moon have an understanding
Neither takes over the other by encroaching
On their exact time. Play their lullaby while boasing.
The thorn in the rose rose
To prick and pick the pose
Of the stone staying style
Of bone that bosses boys
From tome to tome to
Cover conversations in cold
Winter storms that hinder the hearer
From accepting and acknowledging
Avarice that alienates avowels
Of loyalty, love, and lies
That embue endless enmity.
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In a world where silence
Is a luxury at the core
Grab the peace
Where there’s only violence at the door.
How do you hold onto it?
How do you keep it, or
Stay sane in a fit
Where chaos is always at the door?
Poetry for Change 