Danielle Mari Nidea
Danielle Mari Nidea Poems
|41.||Once A Blue Star As Hot As It Was||6/9/2015|
|43.||Libra Is Faux||9/15/2015|
|46.||Fifth Month Lament||3/7/2016|
|47.||The Grim Reaper||7/16/2013|
|50.||From The Shore||6/11/2013|
|53.||By The River||6/10/2013|
|55.||Why Be A Poet?||5/23/2014|
|56.||Attention All Teenagers||6/7/2013|
|57.||Happy Tears Day||6/16/2013|
|58.||Saved In Picture Frames||6/7/2013|
|59.||Advocate Of Rage||9/22/2015|
Rainfall, lightning, thunder, sun
Condense gems which ocean shun
Greetings geese, planes goodbye
Friends I loved, friends they fly.
Waves connected, big and small
Sheet of glass where sapphires fall
Sapphires blue, then red, then black
Beams of white, the mirror cracks.
Silver lining in between
Something only few have seen
Horizon marks the bounds of map
The bounds of dream of which I nap.
Mirror, mirror, of the sky
Sea of which you go by
I row my boat forevermore
To find the non-existing shore.
The word that echoes in my head,
I hear it even when in bed.
As I looked out the window of our house from behind,
Freedom is the word that comes to mind.
I'm not a prisoner, I don't fell guilty.
I'm not bad in this world that's filthy.
I don't know why, I don't know how,
Freedom became my wish right now.