Poetry Blogs (short poem)
Dedicated to my parents who I saw share a dance for the first time in ages on holiday.
he said "do you love me now i can dance?"
she replied she would no longer fall for that kinda romance
he said "i can do the mashed potato and the boogaloo too"
she threaten to dump him and tell him they where through
but when he hit the floor
she felt the spark once more
and saw the smile on his face
Tuesday 7th November 2017 6:59 pm
Monday 6th November 2017 9:42 am
I have an ax and a hammer.
With one hand I fall with the other I foster.
To the rise I fell.
With the fall I prosper.
Friday 3rd November 2017 1:20 pm
Tuesday 24th October 2017 4:28 pm
This morning was a breath,
And the burdens were weightless.
My hair bounces as I walk,
And my voice is clear when I talk.
I smiled when the camera was pointed at me.
It feels so good to just be seen.
The caress of you,
Reminds me of colorful views,
That used to be used to.
Today I am me -
And this me is brand new.
Wednesday 20th September 2017 7:15 pm
Pages and pages of pink and pink
roses on dresses and slender chic drink,
All pictures pretty some might think
but none reflecting strength, and that's the thing:
Women's Day isn't all flowers and hearts
it's message shouldn't be limited before it starts,
we are more than our constituent parts
so today try to tear stereotypes apart -
Support our differences, our quirks,
you don't have...
Wednesday 8th March 2017 8:59 am
All I think of when I see these boots
is a hand full of dimes
squeaking at me through the leather
and broken soles that seem to grind
my feet to the ground
All I see is a row of wooden picture frames
and I count them, subtract them, divide them
into the hours that mark my sanity. Because I
am aware of time and can add, subtract, multiply
and divide it I breathe thro...
Tuesday 3rd January 2017 6:44 pm
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
A CAGE WENT IN SEARCH OF A BIRD
What use is a cage
that's become afraid
of its own trappings -
its mirror, its bell its swing?
What use is an opening
that doesn't stay open?
What use is a perch
that doesn't stay still?
No use thinking things
should a bird fly in
and make itself at home.
What use is a co...
Friday 25th March 2016 5:28 pm
What a night
changed my whole perspective
tiny square piece of paper
dissolves on my tongue
hours of deep thought
time filled with colors and laughter
the world is big
I’m just a kid
someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop
pay the tax man
stand the picket line
I just wanna get laid
Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am
Three more rain drops beat
Staccato, full stops, to leave
A promise on the wind:
The storm will soon begin again.
Friday 28th August 2015 5:18 am
why oh why was in a place like this?
i surely thought someone was taking the piss
severed heads everywhere,
some with hair all looking at me with a blank stare
and i want to say STOP!
i'll never forget my time in the wig shop..
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:18 pm
love for you.
Wednesday 14th August 2013 3:40 pm
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