Time (Hour 8)

Time By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 8) The world is always in a hurry Rushing to get nowhere Everything in a discord  This is the norm No one knows what calm is anymore Always trying to outrun time People harp on it as if their lives depend…

Echo (Hour 4)

“Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.” Lois Lowry The Giver What was that? Behind him, he heard a scrape. GO! Across vast distances…

A Call

I had only imagined a world where everything is born with a wing, rainbow touching it’s feathers and every song is sang in the voice of a happy bird. Grief these days is fire burning a wet field. That the world in my poem is…

An Ode to New York

Ah, New York! I know that bridge. I know that rock where he first kissed me. Not really… I made that up. But, I know that bridge. And, I know that rock. I know that beautiful bustling place where the muses live. I know the…

Screen Shot

No way What a sway The screen shot Was a bad shot It just took The last look 👀 And sat in a storeroom Just behind the big broom 🧹 Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)

Cold

It’s cold in the barn So the children play a game Let’s pretend… There’s sickness in the village And the fear spreads like a flame (That will warm us up). Let’s pretend… That our parents are coming! Oh no, they’re left behind! I hear the…

INFJ

I keep to myself, shut out the world, revealing my true nature in verse. Neither sense nor rationality can explain my gut feeling, my curse. For me, my emotions ride deep within the growth of the shepherd’s purse. Judge me not for I require stability…

Word of Hope

It doesn’t matter It’s no joke If you ain’t got no hope There is always a word of hope It’s the joke of the joke That gives you a cloak So just remember There is always a word of hope Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence…