24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Once this land was swathed
in forests dark and knowing
Every acre was crawling with life
from soil to treetop
Now you marvel at quaint country roads
spotting a thrush or a lone fox
Without knowing what is lost,
and may never be regained.
Sleep,
how I long for it
I’ve fallen prisoner to writing poems these last 3 hours
dosing off repeatedly
not sure what I posted
these last 3
waiting for you on a cramped balcony
fills me with fear
what do I have to offer you,
but cheap plastic chairs?
Your text was a curt ‘maybe’
but still I hope
Will I see your umbrella, dotted with daisies,
or does the rain keep you away?
In my quietest hours
when I feel the loneliness
settle heavily in my chest,
grief is there, haunting me.
Sometimes it stays
longer than it is welcome.
And other times I miss it
when my chest feels so empty
that I cannot seem to breathe.
So many days,
I don’t want to breathe.
But I do.
I have no other choice,
because grief is a ghost
and so are you.
I am here- are you ready for me
I am here,
still and ready
Calm and accepting.
On the outside,
While, storms rage deep within,
They’re busy gathering my rage and inspiration
to fuel my expression.
My fearless motivation.
My cowardly courage.
All in the name of
owning all that I am.
Purely,
unabashedly,
unapologetically
Me.
Welcome to my world,
my whirlwind of emotions,
where the words keep flowing,
while my heart continually feels strongly about everything.
I am inspired,
ready as ever,
to unleash my thoughts onto paper.
Is the world ready for me?
My Child, can you hear the ram’s horn,
Calling all my Children to consecration,
Humble yourself, repent, seek My face and pray,
Intercession for the lost who have gone astray,
Stop focus on the struggles
Focus on ME for I AM YAHUSHA THE ONE WHO SAVES,
I will never forsake you mor leave you,
I AM with you always.
Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence
Sun sets,
in the west,
or does it?
How does it matter,
north or south,
left or right,
ahead or behind,
the world goes on
along with the sun.
Dear Simona,
keep being kind!
Keep being polite!
Keep being you!
Your former English teacher ♥️
There are so many things we face
All we can do is set the pace
For nothing is a guarantee
We live according to His grace
We wake through His agape love
We are an undeserving bunch
But even as His mercy reigns
His umbrella covers us from the rain
~Rebeli
Wrong is the New Right
If you don’t know an answer,
you can always just pretend.
Your story’s an enhancer.
They’ll believe you in the end.
If you get caught red-handed,
always best to just deny.
Though a liar you’ll be branded,
it can never hurt to try.
If you are lacking money,
just get someone else to pay.
Some folks won’t find this funny.
You’re a jerk is what they’ll say.