Black Poetry : Relly 10

[shaneak]

****Those with the title Relly and a number after it are because I have no title for them...so I created my own sonnets... Simple poems with no names....

Their in the midst of the dew...
i stand bound to the chains of my subconscious....
As it wallows within me....

And yet I find some divine peace...
that flows throughout me...

And while the wind willows through my hair...
and the dirt fills my finger tips...
I plea for my life...be it saved or lost
but to bare the torture that has been placed upon me now...

I shall not endure...
I will not endure...
I cannot endure...
what it so wantingly wishes to give....

My eyes shine like the moonlight...
My soul is fighting to break free...
And me...
Just me in the midst of the dew...
I rise up....feeling so brand new.....

 

[YeshuJah]

this sounds

like some sort of vision in which there is a struggle. I liked the image of the dew. Good read.

JAH Lives.

 

[alyce]

the images

here are powerful...bring me more of this.

thank you Poet.

a

 

[baller]

stand strong, my sistah...

strengthened by the knowledge that you are YOU...refreshenedly awash in the cool, morning dew.

NICE.

 

[shaneak]

Yeshujah: Thank you for seeing the visuals.....Glad you enjoyed the read...

Alyce: I have more believe me...its coming...I'm still waiting on it though...i got another one out their...My position...

Baller: Thank you...that was beautiful...