Dash Black Poems
Woman of Stone
Her legend so untold Through her life many have walked As her true story doth unfold “from our timid fears love weans us” once she wrote.
I Come With Love
Dead sores and bruised toes Up and down the silent shores Cuts deep, drilled by poisonous foes In and out of dungeons and dangerous holes
Walk With Me
In the morning when birds sing from their home Walk with me and never leave me alone. In the afternoon when the children play and sing their songs, walk with me. In the light of the day when darkness has gone to the mountains, don't leave me.
My Train Of Thoughts
I close my eyes and it starts to rain In that instant my mind flies as I get lost in my brain My heart tries, over and over to refrain from these deceiving lies, but am overpowered and get carried away in this train
A Storm is Coming My Way
There is a storm coming my way Grey skies have made harbor where it was blue The fairer wind is here and never blows away Is soaking in the rain what I have to go through?
For The Lost Verses
Like a childless mother after a miscarriage. I cry for the verses that i have buried. Like most of those wise poems They vanish into thin air
A Flower By All Means
In the morning breezes When the air almost freezes Flowers blossom easily Dew covered and wet
Darkness falls upon the land. The night, silent and so dark. Creatures make noise from their habitats. I claw into my bed, its time to sleep.
Last nightI fell asleep, it was a sleep so deep. And then i had a dream, so beautiful a dream that i didn't scream.
Old Wall Clock
Tik tak tok Goes the old wall clock. The very same old way it did before. I wonder if it will do it once more.
In The Void Of Darkness
When darkness falls over We, accustomed to light, falter. The shining smiles on our beautiful faces fade Our hearts hang but beating only faint
Run Away Love
Let’s run, away from gazes that declare us Beauty and the beast.
As I Get Closer
As I get closer And closer To another completion of one cycle As I get closer to where I came from
You, Who Are Shallow.
You, who think goodness, appear On the face You, who I deem, fools of fear Curl in every place
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Woman of Stone
Her legend so untold
Through her life many have walked
As her true story doth unfold
“from our timid fears love weans us” once she wrote.
As if there is gold between her legs she walks.
Been here and there with bigger folks
On special occasions bald she talks.
Like dust she always rises
Higher and higher she flies
Until she finds out why the caged bird sings
She is an angel by virtue of being who she is and not what she is
A mother for the motherless
A scholar so priceless
Like Master Shakespeare she walks in the aisle of bards with great respect.