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Lift my soul to flight Close my eyes no sight I lose myself to find All thats hid in my mind
I’m different now. I find myself searching for the peace I used to have The peace that was given to me The peace that surpassed understanding. I find myself struggling to find optimism
I am Kilah Onjelle Jacobs I am futuristic I am kind I am loyal I am who i want to be I am God's child I am a music enthusist I am Kilah Onjelle Jacobs
I am beautiful. I am tall. I am black. I am kind. I am mean. I am caring. I am cruel. I am sweet. I am sour. I am human. I am Kilah. I have a future.
My thoughts I cannot find
For a long time, I hid in silence.
5 minutes is all it takes for a stranger to see what a wonderful human being you are, to become captivated by every part of you and they've only begun to scratch the surface, wh
What is it that we desire
Put Yourself in their position
Who am I? Who are you?Who are we trying to be?
I am lifted by the Lord. Craving GOD'S Holy Word. Wherein my thoughts often linger. Searching Scriptures pages, Quelling this world's rages, Finding Christ, Salvation's bringer.
You're young and foolish Life is judgemental and rude Open up and live
I thought the most important Part of life was to find The one person That understands you.
Dive, Into each word defining your soul, like a never ending ocean of bliss emotion. Deep, Dive deep, into yourself, like you are the pacific with unknown depths. Deeper,
I am tired of living. I wished I lived in one of those fantasy lands where everything is great. But who doesn’t. Who am I kidding myself. It’s not like it would make me feel any better.
The chill from the propeller Up at jumping altitude Runs down the body, up my spine And electrifies the mood
Who knows what lies across the border? That border which stands so tall, It keeps us locked inside ourselves. All of us. Both big and small. We cannot truly find ourselves until we cross the border.
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I inhale lately the oxygen is accompanied by a dart in my spine a prick in my mind
The things that make me tick... Some you'l understand others you'll get a kick One thing is double standards: Girl gets layed - she's a sex hazard Guy gets layed - he's got swagger
There are many moments in a persons life, but the first moment is birth when one is born into a world that we know nothing about some say it is a beautiful world I say it is
Have you ever woke up one day And looked in the mirror But this day is different than any other day From looking in the mirror Because you see something that wasn't there yesterday You see potential
Born with a story, that includes all my woman ancestor's strength that co-habits with my own. I stand by what i believe is worth crying over and fight until bloody knuckles are stinging.
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird; Constantly fluttering delicate wings- Not flying, but floating softly unheard, Taking what you please from what nature brings.
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,
While a man aint answering his phone Or at 3 in the morning, he still ain't home His "Christian Woman" is all alone Asking God "What did I do wrong?"
“Thump, Thump”. I heard a heart beat not too far away.
Your sterotypes are almost correct, Though not quite precise Here Let me tell you about Fried Chicken, Because it takes more to get it right. You need salt and pepper Seasoning salt…
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows, of assorted roses, a dandelion grows. pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides, waiting with patience for somone to find
The one and Only God of gods, who gave his only begotten son That whom so ever believes in him Shall not perish but live everlasting, Amen. God isn’t real you say? Yet he surely is,
We focus too much on things that do not matter. A meaningless focus equates to a meaningless result
Was there ever more a morning in July, Were a pair embraced A kiss upon ones cheek, set the boy to fly M'lord was that love, Send a sign to assure ones tattered mind, If so be it M'lord I love thee
Why are people so mean and cruel,
When you were in preschool you learned how to write your name
Oh, the things I've done, Working before dawn, midnight doubles for fun, College is helpless when you're an immigrant's son. Oh, the things I've done, License expired so the bus is a must,
My passion isn't like any other My passion is the kind of passion that doesn't point its finger but its palm It is the air I breathe; it keeps me calm therefore I'm not a tick...BOMB
I am a chameleon The colorful pariah Blending in so perfectly To painted walls behind us Oh, how can I know myself? When I'm never the same No anchor set no place my home Of business and whimsy
He told me I was beautiful we talked all day he listened to my problems laughed at my jokes
Love...you know, the thing that makes people blind All the while, you become more beautiful everyday But maybe thats just in my eyes...
There is a mountain if front of every one of us when we are born, Each one a different size, Your shoes will get worn, your clothes will be torn, But you must get to the top to reach the prize.
It’s so confusing seeing with a deaf mind. Wanting to take action, but afraid of what might occur. Craving the embrace of your world, but shying away with fear of being hurt.
Look around and what do you see?
The time has come and I'm ready to surpass one of life's greatest milestones that isn't taught in class. If I did not need to decide, I'd gladly take off and explore, but I must, so I shall, and I'll try not to view it as a chore.
Going out into the great unknown
Now I know that in and throughout this unique nation Success is based mainly on education So I was one of the few who decided, long ago To be the best student and make some dough
I stand frozen among the trees.<br/>Who I am isn't who I will be,<br/>I'm clueless,hunted by the gun of what is normal,<br/>until a deer bounds away on a new route, eyes wide, nostrils flaring.<br/>But I follow this rat rac
Fairytale princess Full of incest Seeing God She gets down on her knees and prays like a missionary But how can you sleep like a dog And then try to fly Uh-uh no way baby girl Not today
I am like the tree, so big. To none am i hid, I am like the moon at night. My other side never in sight. I am like
My glassy Eyes - from Fires wrought - Were Stained with streaks of Night. Peculiar are these Eyes of Dusk Which dawn with Lack of Light-
To know me is to love me. But my heart is cold. I've come a long way from my once heart of gold. I've cried and wept. I've slumped and grunted. I've ven been the one they hunted. I fussed and fought.