Though they are silent
Their tear trails tell vile stories
Of abusiveness
Corey
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life
Though they are silent
Their tear trails tell vile stories
Of abusiveness
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COMMENTS
kewayne wadley says: Nice! So much told in so few words. Waiting to hear more of the series KW |
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mlowe5 says: Profound Corey! What a powerfully penned Haiku. Rmlowe5ead it three times. Thanks for the share. Peace and Love, |
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Kingqadardwon' says: This is proof of the truth! |
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2b2b2 says: Resounding!! Namaste |
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Corey says: Thanks to each one of you, for taking time to read and respond with such kindness! Be Blessed! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Corey
Empty WordsLittle did she know The sweet nothings he whispered Were exactly, that |
Behind Closed Doors: A Haiku Series #3 & ConclusionInvisible bars Of willing participant Codependent life
A lifetime sentence Only they are capable Of extinguishing |
Behind Closed Doors: A Haiku Series #2Black eyes hid behind Rosy colored sunglasses Hope, where there is none. |
InescapableEven with distance Our chemistry still reacts Let's quit fighting it. |
Behind Closed Doors: A Haiku Series #1Though they are silent Their tear trails tell vile stories Of abusiveness |
Alliance...A HaikuI'm your reflection The shadow you can not shake She, who shares your skin |
Awaken Souls...It was extremely attractive blind faith at first sight the way his knowledge flirted with my mind, sharing images of kings and queens who once ruled ancient fertile lands
I understood completely the language in his eyes that spoke of longing for me, to me his stare absorbed the vision of my melanin skin down to the lovely beauty he sought within me gave new meaning to loving the skin I'm in
With his touch came a current through me akin to the river Nile I felt the anointing of our ancestors
Our hearts' beat like African drums as our bodies sacredly bond to the sound of symbolic tribal songs
We became awaken souls |
She and Her Love PoetShe felt the rythum of his verse
Every sensuous syllable against her canvas soothed her inhibition
Eagerness to experience the way wordplay on his lips she could never resist his kisses
Uniquely he chanted over generous curves explored deep in valleys where her inspired warm stream creatively engaged his
He reveled in peaked mountains and laid claim to exotic lands fertile with her desire to be written into the history of his love poems
Cj |
In His Eyes, I Saw MeLove stood before me, Tall and confident. Untarnished, by superficial tendencies birth into society.
Magnificent, in his ability to remain true. Love stood before me, Admiring flaws Of Unique beauty
Without a single word, or Touch
Love stood before me. Reflecting deep desire, that pooled in his eyes ...and I have never seen a more beautiful, reflection of me
Cj |
Bodies...Even though, she could see "for the meantime" lurking in his eyes And her heart recognized his words, "I love you" as a lie
She swallowed them like candy coated truth
Because...
It meant more to her to have anybody's body by her's than to be without somebody
His 'goodbye' was unspoken, but written all-over-her-body
He had cum and gone
And... once again Somebody, had her body And she had nobody
...but her own
cj |