Biography of lucinda bryson
She started writing poetry at the age of 12 years old, In memory of her mother. She showed lucinda many different poets and introduced her to creative writing. Showing her how to become freelance writer.She conlabrated poem with other sibiling and manage writing in stressful times.Her poetry show an outlook on life blessing, poverty and the everyday emotions of life.Her skills from being a editior of her high school newspaper.Provided her with the mind set of becoming a freelance writer and poet.
lucinda bryson Poems
A Soldiers Pride
To give his own life to fight for whats right.This soldiers means alot to me because of him I'm free.He gives his all especially when his government calls.He knows he mayn't return at all.A Soldiers Pride To stand behind enemies line.To take out a target with one shoot.He loves his country just like I love him.Serving his country wasn't the life she choose for him.A Soldiers Pride
Compounds and verbs Similes and metaphores. Writting is an art a language composed of romantic sentences.How words just fit together Literature Love
Thank You (A Poem For Mom)
Who ever lended a ear Who saw me struggling and lended a hand For the one who taught me to read and write Thank you for tucking in the covers at night
Library In You
The words that you speak.The wisdom you have inspired me. The stories you tell and the author in you comes out. Library In You The parallel lines in you words the experience in the language the art of storytelling.Reception from people how these stories affect many lives.The library In You. Your literature speaks volumes to me.You are the simile and I; m the metaphore.The tone of beautiful words the elegance of rhythem in which you speak from. Listening brings many to high altitudes.The library In You Grammar in how you use it.The ingredent to mothers cake the master in your own league.An idle mirror on how I can tell my story. Your flowetry with a pen and paper tells all issues of those in the ghetto. You are the symphony of art. The mathematics of an artist and his brush.The fuel to the fire I ignite with inspiration. The mother speaks as the child listen.The library in You
Sorrow Sins &Love
Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love. Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
We cross lines and don't think of some of the outcome. To be disrespectful and can't see the consequences.Take land and can't get respect from the locals. To prophet off of pain. To laugh about their life instead of assisting them. No Boundaries Can't lead our children do to stupity and selfishness.To indulge in all the wrongs instead of taking time to fix and make things right. No Boundaries
Soul From Haiti(To My Friend Catrina)
Roots as strong as iron. My color is natural as if I'm from africa.Teeth as strong ivory.Energy filled up from the Sun Soul From Haiti People come from near and far to indulge in the beauty. I gained independence through Liberty. Other people get tans so they can look like me. Soul From Haiti
Is it how my life should be, smiles go around and mine is upside down.Is it wonderful or is it pain my heart been hunted as if I was a lion lunch.Majestic A cool breeze goes by which i can't feel to much pain and not much to gain my skin aches as if someone throw acid on me.
Trying to succeed in life, making it happen for myself.Living on the streets moving from place to place no where to eat. I have to steel from food shops. This is my Struggle I ask for people help but it's hard to convince them I'll do right with the money. Shelter's only take me only for one day I'm not hopeless. I have to struggle. I have to Struggle to get what I want
Girl In The Mirror
Beautiful smart in her family eyes she played an important part. Helping everyone with their issues but in all realty no one really cared for her. Why they wasn't there for you when you ask for one shoulder to be there for you. Girl In A Mirror Everyone says your strong only because you carry them on your back.Not knowing that your emotions were being to dewell. Girl In A Mirror
The Woman I Wish To Be
A gift from god a smile and innocense pure as a child.Peach like cheeks as if you where a rose in the summer time. Angel Like fine china never to be touched just to look at. Pure and sweet like a strawberry Angel Hot like lava. A fresh pair of sneakers only to be worn never.
It was such a tradey when it all came down to it we both stood around.Not to see each other fall but to stand by each other proud and strong.Ground Zero You are that angel that pick me up before I fell to the ground you let me fly and gave me your all. Angels stick by your side in the time of need. You saved me and said stand by me thats what I will do. Ground Zero Many years later we would look back and see the final peace. Even though we once fell we stood back up and now we have a story to tell. Ground Zero
A pre fabe building a corner stone, children being raised with nothing to gain.The streets will teach and young minds will follow.Mothers hearts filled with sorrow. Fathers with raw hands and broken backs.Urban Development My success is slim to none my mind dwells as if it was an unwritten book. The drive to play basketball and dreams to get out the ghetto.Urban Development His head in the books but my pockets are empty living on pennies. A picture of college but will he get that far.
A gift from god a smile and innocense pure as a child.Peach like cheeks as if you where a rose in the summer time. Angel
Like fine china never to be touched just to look at. Pure and sweet like a strawberry Angel
Hot like lava. A fresh pair of sneakers only to be worn never.
Cool as if you where made from spring water
Made by gods hands you are a true Angel