Poetry

Anger

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can you see it in my eyes as I stand here watching you come into my home and take from me.

I am a Lion and I rule the jungle and I am not afraid of what you may think will protect you from me.

My eyes show the fire that burns inside me when you think I am just someone who will stand by and let you destroy things dear to me.

I was not born to let you walk all over me and think that one day I won’t bounce back and pounce on you.

I don’t regret any of the things I have done for it is in my nature to sense when danger or fools are on my land.

I do my best to behave but, there is only so much I can take and when I’m ready and have made up my mind there is no turning back and as you cry out no one will save you from me.

I will think little of you when you are gone and soon the earth will break down your remains and you will be forgotten as the next meal becomes available to me.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Words

That lay out a perfect poem

won’t come to me as Writer-block strikes again.

My lack of creativity drains my hope of writing out some worthy to me.

Time goes by so fast and nothing comes to me, words you have vanished from my mind and my lips.

As I sit in silently by myself finding no inspiration from anything.

The wind blows so hard outside that as it blows around me everything I wanted to say is ripped right from me.

I try with all my might to get those words back by the wind is so strong I can’t seem to find the strength to go on.

So I run inside to the warmth my body and mind needs but, still the words don’t come to me.

Wordless and the fear of not being able to find something to say is strong.

I just need a couple of words to start me off and then I hope I never run out of words again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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