Melvina Germain

Gold Star - 6,219 Points [Antoleza] (Sydney, Nova Scotia)

Melvina Germain Poems

1. Used And Abused 6/2/2008
2. A Legend Lives 5/28/2015
3. Happy Mother's Day (To My Mama) 5/28/2015
4. When Death Comes 6/2/2015
5. That's All I Want 6/2/2015
6. The Revolution Has Crumbled 6/2/2015
7. Tis Love 6/2/2015
8. Micro Poem (Untitled) 6/2/2015
9. Melancholy Blues 6/2/2015
10. I Weep Again 6/2/2015
11. Xenophobia 6/5/2015
12. That's Me 6/5/2015
13. Walking To My Death 6/5/2015
14. Last Breath 6/5/2015
15. The Real Deal 6/6/2015
16. Cry For Peace 6/6/2015
17. Paramnesia 6/6/2015
18. Pity Me 6/6/2015
19. A Bug In The Batter 6/12/2015
20. A Clique In My Neighbourhood 6/12/2015
21. Shadows After Midnight 6/12/2015
22. Midnight Dance 6/12/2015
23. Shopaholic 6/12/2015
24. I Wonder 6/12/2015
25. Reading...There's A Clique In My Neighbourhood 6/12/2015
26. A Call For Peace 6/13/2015
27. 45th & Maine 6/13/2015
28. Fish Of Peace 6/13/2015
29. Dawn 6/13/2015
30. Belly Laugh 6/13/2015
31. Born Again 6/13/2015
32. Women 6/13/2015
33. Chilled 6/13/2015
34. Cocoo & Okra 6/13/2015
35. Conscience Revelation 6/13/2015
36. Embracing You 6/13/2015
37. Shhhhhhh 6/13/2015
38. Silence Can Be An Insult 6/13/2015
39. Anticipating 6/13/2015
40. Good Night Michael (Dedicated To Michael Brown & Family) 6/13/2015
Best Poem of Melvina Germain

(375) Faded Red Dress

There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.

Dream my darling dream as only you can
listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand

I’ll take a walk several blocks away,
When I return we’ll start our day.
beautiful morning, bright and clear,
a glimpse of your shadow mystically near.

Dream my darling dream as only you can
Listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand

Your body laid still, no breathing came.
Fell to my ...

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(050) Cost Of Time

We are simple folk, old and tired.
We weep none, and sing much.
That’s all we have,
now that’s the truth.
Sit back, take a nap and be you called,
old fart.
Our hearing is slight, our speech muffled,
Our sight dimmed by the cost of time.
Memory takes a back seat,

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