The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
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Category: Poetry
In Color, a poem of the atypical
She doesn’t know what she wants to be named, only that the tea-stained name she’s heard over decades of being talked at doesn’t fit. She’s a survivor but her feelings get purple sometimes. She sees in color what others only hear. Words are rainbow realities. And she’s confused for a moment when In a casual conversation They say “now you understand” Because she understood before. … Continue reading In Color, a poem of the atypical
Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
When I forgive you, The sky will bleed gold And the ocean, Gilded by those tears, Will harden to stone, Creating a façade of Perfect calm, Glinting in memory Of a blinding sun. Continue reading Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
Appreciate, a poem
Appreciate I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry. I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied. Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best? Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest? Before you rise, remember how precious is the dawn, With all the world must face, it’s a … Continue reading Appreciate, a poem
Waterfall of Sound, a poem of song
Waterfall of Sound Chance the Waterfall Of sound. Sparrows Can bring the Sun down. Believe In your power To sing. A song Is worth more Than kings. Continue reading Waterfall of Sound, a poem of song
Will to Rise, a poem
WILL TO RISE Will my body now to rise from soft haven, sweet and calm. Will my soul to stir inside and still living, carry on. Will myself to lift and stretch, to move with intention pure. Will my frame to strongly stand, giving in to life’s allure. Will my thoughts to clarify, and lock upon what I so choose. Will my doubt to nullify, … Continue reading Will to Rise, a poem
Shifting, a poem of hope
Shifting Ajune’s past was scratched off and abandoned, an old snake’s skin left to decay on the couch. Free of old fears, unblinded eyes registered the beauty of the moment as each box filled. Youth is moved through trembling fingers, shifting innocence from the present into the past. The ones who should shelter and care, instead crumple pictures and faces, turning away. The last scene … Continue reading Shifting, a poem of hope
Stand Strong, a poem
Stand Strong I have a thought to call myself a princess Of a kingdom long since gone to rest. I have a thought to take to sleep and wander Through dreams of flowered fields and oceans vast. I have a thought to take these in a bottle And drink them down without a bit of bread. But thoughts of feasting cannot sate my hunger And … Continue reading Stand Strong, a poem
Build
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
These Thoughts of You
A poem by Lucidity Lamb.
I am experimenting with a video format for my original poetry and would love your feedback.
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Know the Now, a poem
Know the now without rosy bend, When dreaming of a want, a win. You can’t arrive at a journey’s end, Until long after you begin. Unblind your eyes, unbend your truth, Take each determined step in life. Earn your value’s vaulted proof. Gain victory over every strife. The end will not delay it’s call, Just to wait for you to arrive. Find the path that … Continue reading Know the Now, a poem
Bricks of Babel, a poem
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
All That I Might, a poem
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have plannedTo achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I won’t doAll that i plan.I’ll end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem
