Writing

Quill Pen

Love poems will always be popular,

and I know why,

lifeblood of the soul, so rich,

needing the inspiration.

The tribes stir me and nature,

the words are there but hidden,

with a veil, a mist covering

my thoughts about

culture.

I look for light to burn

off the fog,

going deep for a spark,

looking around for beauty,

to ignite the heavens,

where is it?

soul crying out for words.

Inside.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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Speak to Me

Indonesia
Indonesia

Please don’t send me another email,

if you were calling from Indonesia

I would answer the phone.

If you were waving from across the street,

I would wave back,

and try to talk to you.

But sending me a message

when I am 5 feet away from you,

in the next cubicle,

is insane.

Please,

treat me like a human being,

and speak to me.

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Pretty

Classic

 

Life is knocking at her door,

smiling again,

shadows of chemo fading,

death was put away,

buried in an ancient civilization.

She beems,

it’s time for a vacation!

shapely,

looking in the hotel mirror,

posing, taking selfies,

she radiates life.

Feeling pretty in her new dress.

 

Woman in Hat

© Poetry Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Run

Running at Night

The Run

Street lights piercing the darkness,

no sound except my heart pounding,

feet hitting the pavement, churning,

jogging, then sprinting around

the road that circles the campus,

Alone but strong,

I was 20, sleek and fast.

Confident,

not exactly peace,

but I knew I was alive.

© Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree