The Seed-Shop
HERE in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone and shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
HERE in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone and shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
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when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
I know of a woman whose strength is of a bear.
And even when she's not that happy, she always takes time out to care.
I know of a woman whose beauty is that of a queen.
But she continues to teach us that beauty doesn't mean a thing.
As a child, I didn't grow up with the very mother that gave birth to me, but that doesn't deprive me from receiving the motherly care and love that I deserve because the couple that took me...
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Come on, women!
Must rise to the challenges
Of your enhanced responsibilities.
The woman I wish to be
She's flawless in her step
And graceful in her actions
She's unafraid of her abilities
You are enough
You have always been enough, and
You will forever be
Enough
She wildly dances
to the beat of her own heart
a strong and fearless protector,
she’s hauntingly beautiful
in Short Poems
Beautiful Girl,
you don’t even realize
that some people
look at your madness
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