Author Archives: spiritedpoet
Graduation Day
Graduation Day “To thy happy children / of the future / those of the past / send greetings” reads an inscription carved in stone And you fulfill the promise as from child to woman you’ve grown “A force to be … Continue reading
I Surrender
And so it was My trust not easily won I came to trust A few online Only to be betrayed by cloaks in the dark Stabbing me Deceiving me Mocking me Bleeding me For my life For my ink I … Continue reading
Colors
Of convention’s succulant roots, our mouths will not thirst nor envy Trusting sultry skies for shelter, we will hold up stars set against total darkness And measure each one as a blessing not distant to our earthly dwelling Footsteps will … Continue reading
Balanced Equation
*Balanced Equation* Of yesterdays Thousands of years I forgive history In fallen tears Of today I will assign Without fear This moment mine To share My heart transparent With actions Love apparent I will not discriminate When stones are thrown … Continue reading
Diamonds
It’s alright to Dream my child You will mine Diamonds in the Sky Where others see merely stars (c) s l jennings
Earth
Ecstasy I hugged each blade of grass weaving morning dew between my toes as barefoot I walked without time. My thoughts my only companions traveled distances beyond the mountain I now ascended. Bright city lights eclipsed views below as eternal … Continue reading
Apple Blossoms
This morning is abundant in apple blossoms like angels watching over us (c) s l jennings
The Fisherman
Rarely do I feel compelled to explain my poetry. I feel once the author has released the poem from within, it takes on a whole different meaning on the outside as it now belongs to both the poet and the … Continue reading
Mother Moon
Mother moon may we softly sway away mid moonbeams dreaming of a better day Lovingly cradled in your peaceful arms living apart from any worldly harms Mother moon pregnant with life’s embryo gently pull tides of strength into tomorrow nurture … Continue reading
Syria
“A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.” -Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow Acidic vapors burned in unaware nostrils The shoreline of peace receded unrealized The innocents screamed for angels’ … Continue reading
