Samantha Campbell Poems

There is something about
a woman who believes

A little girl
who isn't afraid
to dream
...

Swooning

I seep inside
the motion
...

Completeness
would be to pen
exquisite lines
of inimitable
...

Raven speak of dark and dreary night
Wrapped in feathers of your fright
Orange moon of Saturn's beauty
Depressed thoughts of reality
...

Taste the Wet
of my Ambition
let the Authentic Oral
of my Color Penetrate your Core
...

Love
once
was
the
...

Night
slinks
softly

Creeping
...

My pen drips
forms in constellations
Astronomically housing
my spiritual complex
...

As tranquil multi-hued river
rests calm as crisp leaves shiver
I'm knockin' my nerve to the bone
tryin' to find out although I should've known
...

Melody
that which
can make us
remember
...