Stone pelted blood and gore My innocent eyes now all sore Grief stricken my hands all tied My nimble limbs wounded one side I look around to see pain and fear Who knows what brought me here I try and rise only to fall No one’s there to hear my call I look up and let my tears run down I’ve been shot at with a thundering sound I feel weak, I give up my strife I humbly accept the loss of a life.
I wrote my first poem when I was 11. Ever since, playing with words and juggling with rhymes almost became second nature. Tried writing various forms but rhymes always came easy to me. Wrote everywhere I could...on class notes, in my head, in my diary. Pursued my dream, studied poetry in college (M.A. Lit) and created a career out of my creative pen. Today, I'm a creative writer by profession, but not for long. Someday I hope to publish my own book of poems! Someday...
The years have passed by, In the blink of an eye. Moments of sadness, And joy has flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone. But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn’t easy,
I… signed your smile while pain betrayed today’s genesis stunning relief beneath purple galaxy filaments. smile awhile, while sourwood fall atop meadows dipped mystic dew of old untolds renewing that Me… Us… running steps mountain high…valley depths saturate sweet sweat