Lissette J. Garcia

Lissette J. Garcia Poems

Vain mistress tugged,
with reckless tend.
Her porcelain doll
plunked broken.
...

Listen
to the songs,
its rhythms and its rhymes.
Rejoice with every tone,
...

O' crescent glow
of suave allure,
candescent
vigil light.
...

Oh Darkness, dulcet darling,
our bonds
yearn mending weave.
Fate's trail
...

Make haste arise, assert the words.
Salute each term that now gabfest.

In mid of night they swank,
...

Cascading water pristine in blue,
rid me from stains the days produce.

With swiftness quench my torrid throat.
...

I came across
lost seedlings,
abandoned
in a musty bin of a garage.
...

A million times
I've knelt beside,
thy final...
resting space.
...

Aquel sinsonte,
qué sé posaba
en tu balcón,
a penas trina.
...

R i s e and s h i n e,
cravin' a latte, ☕
of mint~cream
🍥whisked🍥
...

Lissette J. Garcia Biography

I have been writing poems since 2015. It's a way to express, thoughts and emotions. Hopefully, in time, my writing skills will grow and strenghten.)

The Best Poem Of Lissette J. Garcia

Porcelain Doll

Vain mistress tugged,
with reckless tend.
Her porcelain doll
plunked broken.

Blush glossy face penned,
smashed with stains;
Her cloth-swathe
staunch~heart, stolen.

Long cerise locks,
were straitened clean;
Stitched pearl dress torn,
with fetid odors.

Her head removed,
from bod and limbs.
Babe's turquoise gaze,
teared-bloody swollen.

The posh prince panda
and court jester clown
sneered on,
as she yowled out.

Then spoke,
of her impending doom;
'She'll axe thou,
there's no doubt.'

'Thy brow,
seems down right hideous.'
' 'Tis life,
thy grotty fate accept.'

'A fragrant peach
now claims thy seat,
inside the beveled
glass Oak chest.'

'For when her subjects
lose their frost,
shall golden round
a fresh gemmed belle.'

'We spin no tales grieved,
thou shall dwell; '
'Within the pauper's
graveyard shelf.'

writtened: January 28, 2021.

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