Poems from Michaela Roberts
The sweet, gentle flow of words,
The roaring message or meaning,
The imagination and motivation,
The pure release of writing.
I’ve always...
When I say no,
I mean it.
When I say yes,
It seems to fit.
When I cry,
It’s for a reason.
When I smile,
I’m having fun.
When I frown,
It’s...
The calm, cool wind
Whistles outside
A storm rising
Threatens to take a life
Raindrops tease the ground
Toying with the air
A blanket...
Ever ending space,
Omniscient eyes looking down,
Hearing us call,
Crying in hopelessness, pain,
But waits patiently, loving.
Hears our cry...
A ship was caught on the sea one night,
Caught in a massive storm.
It was as if it were fighting a big fight.
Almost no one could cease to...