Random Poem – Storm #BikerBoys

Lana could have written this when Ty broke up with her.

Storm

Think of me when thunder bursts through dark skies.
Only then will you know the tears I’ve cried.
Remember me when lightning brightens your path,
It’s a gift both precious and stark.

You didn’t understand my pain
And took my feelings in vain.
You held my heart in your hands
And crushed it so hard it bears your brand.

I seek my solace in the storm.
Not many think it’s the norm
But who can tell my tears from the rain?
Who can tell if it’s the cold or pain?

Maybe one day we’ll meet.
You may not see me,
I may not recognise you.
I hope by then the storm ceases to rage
And understanding dawns with age.

Maybe then I’ll understand if this was my protection,
Or perhaps your ultimate redemption.
Whatever the reason, I pray for peace,
And blessings so deep, they’re a permanent lease.

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#poetry #inspired by #mayaangelou

Solitary Strength by Sheritha Singh

Picture this world from outer space,
A mix of genders and every race.
Some are wonderful and happy,
Others are sour and snappy.

We hurt each other with words,
Weapons and rigid outspoken thoughts.
We hurt each other because we want to be better,
And over time these feelings fester.
It’s a terrible cycle of vicious hate,
As we continue to slate
And hate and burn bridges with anger.

Isn’t it time we shut our eyes
And erased the lies?
Isn’t it time we embraced our differences?
Wouldn’t it be good if we chose love over negligence?

I choose to find my solitary strength
Because not even the president has friends.
Change begins with one.
I’m not afraid to stand alone.
My solitary strength is my guiding light
Through mny journey of life.

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I’ve rediscovered the joys of writing poetry.

Wings – Sheritha Singh

I’m too close to the shadows on the ground,
Too far from the light and the beauty it surrounds.
I’m too stubborn to heed advice,
Too proud to break the ice.
Inside I’m bitter and broken
Because of harsh words spoken.

My shoulders are heavy,
My breathing weary.
It’s time I broke free
And chose to see
The world around me,
The land and sea.

It’s time to stand up straight.
It’s never too late
To raise my hands up high
To try to fly
To try to fly.
Fly with my heart,
Fly with my soul.
Feel the wind in my hair
And sunlight on my skin.
Taste the clouds if you dare.

It’s impossible not to fly
When I was born with wings.
Wings are not fancy things.
They’re fashioned from my spirit
And live inside me
Waiting to unfurl
And take on the world.

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