Poems from LizCross
she’s 40 or 50, still a beautiful lady
a wrinkle here, a gray hair there
still got that twinkle in her eye
black pales her complexion in...
There’s a hollow in my heart when I think of you,
when the sky is your favorite shade of blue,
when the emerald leaves are rustling in the...
We are cowards.
Afraid of faith, afraid of belief, afraid of opinion,
we have emptied ourselves.
Afraid to be labeled or confronted,
we...
I do not weep for you
no tears to wipe away here
I cannot say a lie
I do not weep for you
do you not weep for me?
no tears where there...
the storm is coming
the winds are strong
they weave their whistles
into a song
the sound of lamentation
the widow’s lonely call
the...