Poetry – Page 14 – Seeds Before Water

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Untitled.

It is like our final moments were…… final. The sad part about it all is that we disappeared. We both did in the end. Everything changes in the end. Nothing stays the same. But I will find you in my dreams, where our fingers intertwined like vines around an old house. I will feel you…

17/01/2017

Deserted

Sometimes the darkness, Can be embraced. Like raindrops on Ones face. Surrender you soul Accept the pain Let loose, break those chains. Tears are friends Folded in comfort We’ve all lived Alone in this desert. Picture taken with Canon 1100D

12/01/2017

Strange Men

The weakness radiated from her limbs. As men she hated stopped for one more glimpse. She shivers violently as rough ungentle fingers neglected her privacy. In the night her pain lingers She wore white like a misleading message. Praying one day she might, escape this dark passage. Where strange men, lived beneath…

06/01/201706/01/2017

Roses on Caskets

My silence is sweet, like roses on caskets. Don’t forget to greet, those who carry my ashes. Life can not cheat, this death is a classic. Painting: levin-art.ru

03/01/201706/01/2017

Tornado In The Leaves

Small spirits In the leaves Excited as children On christmas eve. Why stay, Why not leave? This broken earth Where people grieve? _________________ This poem is actually based on a superstition. When I was young, I pointed out a pile of leaves that where swept off the ground twirling in the shapes of little…

01/01/201706/01/2017

New Year

This year ends with sweet hellos. And gentle goodbyes. Its funny how fast, the time flies. Quickly gone, In the blink of an eye. But don’t you ever, stop and ask why. *Picture of me*

20/12/201606/01/2017

Brown Skin

The sun was a reflection, On her skin. Reminding you of nothing, But perfection. A.Adams

19/12/201627/09/2018

Letter to Coloured Women

Dear Coloured Woman, Just know you are not alone. Just know when you look into the mirror, I too wish to be cloned in bone slick hair and maybe a lighter skin tone. But that was a few years ago. See, I am no longer the person I was forced to be. When I look…

19/12/201606/01/2017

Found

I saw your mind While holding a broken heart You were never mine But you were hard to find. A.Adams

17/12/201606/01/2017

Stories.

– Picture from Pinterest Kiss me Fill this void. Tell me another story, Of how you loved me. A.Adams

	short-prose-fiction on Grandma’s Hands.
	A'Isha Adams on Grandma’s Hands.
	A'Isha Adams on Grandma’s Hands.
	Jaishree Mahadevan on Grandma’s Hands.
	short-prose-fiction on Grandma’s Hands.