
SHE BLEEDS ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
Eve,
Divine creation,
God’s wondrous portrayal of womanhood,
She bleeds,
A testament to Mother Nature’s rhythm,
Each month, she bleeds.
Eve,
Divine creation,
God’s wondrous portrayal of womanhood,
She bleeds,
A testament to Mother Nature’s rhythm,
Each month, she bleeds.
Under the Texan sun’s golden embrace,
In Austin’s embrace, 1975’s whispered grace,
A girl, her hair a tapestry of auburn hues,
Tends to the land, her familial dues.
At the periphery of my vision,
I glimpse,
A maiden with alabaster eyes,
Snowy locks,
And a gown as pale as moonlight,
She radiates,
From head to toe,
I’m captivated.
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
If they die without eating
Do ferocious animals kill their own kind?
Do tigers, lions eat themselves?
So much so that weapons hate war violence
occupation
When the broken lyre can’t hold music,
Poet is there being the muse of a melody.
When winter makes all drowsy and numb,
Poet is there holding the spring flowers.
Poet becomes a nightingale voice.
Us,
With naturally red hair
Remind those of flames dancing in the wind,
Autumn leaves ablaze with colour,
And Sunsets painting the sky in hues of red and orange ,
Poetry is the Cherry Sweet Solace found in a warm embrace. A twilight end to a rough day’s storm. A serene blessing in the tranquil of dawn.
IN SEARCH OF HAPPINESS
I have found you a lot of happiness in the world
I’ve been around people’s doorsteps for so long, I understand
They are happy in broken houses and lack of sidewalks
How rich are the unhappy people, steeped in comfort
Finding happiness in the wrong way.
GOD IS THE WORD OF THE FALL
Countless stars flashed in front of my eyes
They are looking for ways to hide
Not getting any secluded caves
He is just watching with wide eyes