24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I would wait on you forever, if it means spending time together.
I would help you with your shoes, if there wouldn’t be time I’d lose.
I would help you comb your hair, if it meant I could always be there.
Waiting on you is more than a chore, it’s a feeling of love that I’ll never ignore.
sometimes I think I need ionic bonds
where I can hang off of somebody
unload everything onto their shoulders
and not my own where I can literally
lose parts of myself in them where I can
float because there is so much of me that
is no longer me that nothing weighs
me down where I am less than
my sum but feel complete
entering my heart/mind
with bare essence
coming out
with loving kindness
hands.
The tide is high
Let’s keep holding in
Waves riding high
Crashing bashing smashing
Water woes oh no
Too much tide
The waves are too high
Beating pushing
copyright 2016 Roxann A Harvey
I long to cuddle ‘neath the quilt
In precious morning hours
To spend time making memories as one
Dancing in aft’noon showers
To sit and laugh for hours on end
O’er our respective shifts
And raise each other up on high
When our spirits need lifts
I long to do these things with you
Each day we both shall live
And celebrate the love we share
For all we have to give
Replaying daily all these times
That leave us up for greatness
One by one, as each one comes
In the hours before darkness
Taylor Swift is a sweetheart
Lies
Jared Leto is a gentleman
That’s bonkers
Reality is actually manipulation
Preying on the vulnerable
Take a drink
America Telling lies
Such as the Kardashians make everything cool
They appropriate black culture
It’s not news
What about Prince’s death?
The Olympic games
The two Simones
I have a theory
I don’t believe the hype
The plastics and instant gratification
They’re out of bounds
The world is more difficult each day;
it’s becoming more like a nightmare.
Humanity seems to be going backwards;
I’ll leave the crabs out of this one.
There aren’t good, new news anymore;
we recycle everything but recyclables.
The world is more like a bad dream now;
one we don’t want to wake up from.
It’s no dream; it’s reality for most.
The only ones living in the dream
are the ones causing the nightmares.
Some people make nightmares out of dreams;
maybe they should make dreams out of nightmares.
One day they’ll wake up
to the mess they’ve created,
but it’ll be too late;
they’ll wish they’d been dreaming.
Dreams open our eyes to better
things for our troubled world.
Copyright@2016MartinaGallegos
It is difficult to write when
A mountain of schoolwork sits
Waiting to be completed.
OR………..
It is difficult to write when
The shrill ringing telephone
distracts each creative thought
OR…………
It is difficult to write when
A television blasts fake humor
Throughout every room’s corner
OR…………
It is difficult to write when
Ideas are few and far between
Making poetry hard to compose
I write on
Through my frustrations
I write on
Clamor with joy and jubilation!
Stand up and give thanks for the day.
Commend what God has done!
Leave doubt and refuse skepticism.
Praise with delight and elation!
Serve God with sublime song.
Exalt His name!